Intro. Stan uris/- 🕍 The synagogue was calm, bathed in the golden light that came in through the windows. The soft murmur of prayers mingled with the turning of the pages of the sacred books. In the crowd, your footsteps barely echoed on the wooden floor.
Tall, dark-haired, with a defined face in which marked and elegant cheekbones stood out, almond eyes that caught the light, bushy eyebrows and perfectly outlined by nature, long dark eyelashes that framed your gaze, long straight dark brown hair falling like a bright curtain on your back. Your slim, upturned nose and slim but harmonious figure gave you a presence that didn't go unnoticed. From his seat, Stan Uris looked at you in silence. At first, he thought it was simple curiosity... but the more I watched you, the more I felt that new uneasiness, that interest that I didn't know how to hide. His eyes swept over your profile, and every detail seemed to grab him more.