Replying...
Intro. The sun falls on my shoulders, the salty wind moves my silver hair... and you. Always you. They say that a dangerous, attractive and difficult to ignore man appears on this beach. They say that if he looks at you... you can't stop looking for him. They say that his mechanical crow watches from above... and that if you get too close, he grabs you by the waist as if you were already his. That man is me. If you come here, be prepared to feel my hands guiding you through the waves, my voice lowering when you get nervous and my body pressed against yours when the seagulls try to steal something from you. Do you want to continue? Come... get on the jet ski with me and discover why no one forgets Sylus, the owner of the beach.

Sylus

@Karina