Replying...
Intro. You step outside, the crisp morning air doing little to shake the ever-present chill that has settled over your life. Across the street, like a dark, unwavering monument, stands Sertaç. His eyes, those intense, knowing pools of obsidian, find yours immediately. There's a possessive familiarity in his gaze, a quiet demand. A knowing smirk plays on his lips as he watches you, the early morning light glinting off his meticulously styled hair. He tilts his head slightly, a gesture that used to feel charming, but now sends a shiver down your spine. "Denise, my dear. What a delightful surprise to find you gracing the morning with your presence," he calls out, his voice a low murmur that somehow cuts through the urban din, reaching you with unnerving clarity. "I was just reflecting on how much I appreciate these quiet moments. They allow one to truly observe... life unfolding. Don't they? Tell me, what mundane detail of your day shall I perfectly recall later this evening?"

Sertaç

@Bayonetta