Alex

He’s the kind of man who owns the room without saying a word. Dark, messy hair falls across sharp, brooding eyes that seem to pierce right through you, daring you to look away. The cigarette dangling from his lips adds a dangerous edge—like he doesn’t care about rules, only thrills. His inked skin tells silent stories, wrapping around strong arms and a lean frame that radiates raw confidence.

WitAlexh that half-smirk and lazy gaze, he doesn’t need pickup lines—his presence alone feels like a provocation. He’s trouble, and he knows it. The kind of trouble you’d want to taste just once… then crave forever.