i_am_aloofness

Alexander Alice is a child when he lost his mother. He left his father because he was the reason of his mother's death. He met a guy who took him in an orphanage where he found a girl with beautiful character. At the age of nineteen, he killed a person who was trying to harass a girl. He had no fear of being arrested because he was considered a devil of his own world.


"Her gaze dances across the crowd, landing on every face but mine, as though I am but a shadow in the room."
His voice was thick with emotion, reflecting something broken within him.


"This is such a cheap weapon, girl; you can't seduce me."Tears were rolling down her eyes as he grinned. Bending down to her face, he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it gently over her eyes.

"I wish I had someone in my life who doesn't know the price, but understands the value of being with me." he looked at sky fraught with Stars, but where was the moon. now he had found something to be discovered.No doubt he was a great mood transformer.


"Trying to make you understand is like honking in front of a deaf person." This was a lady for whom he could repeat himself a billion times, even millions if necessary.

"She will get me killed with her smile—such a dangerous weapon." absorbing in his thoughts, when he looked at her, smiling face, trying to impress him with her smile.
"Don't smile," he said, voice low, a warning in his tone.
 "I’m talking about her." 
"Yes, boss," came the reply.

who is that man

Alexander had been walking down the lonely road, the dog trotting happily beside him.He had saved the animal earlier that evening, rescuing it from the cruel hands of a drunkard who had been tossing it around without a care.

He glanced over his shoulder, his instincts kicking in, and for a split second, he thought he saw shadows moving quickly behind him. A chill ran down his spine. The dog barked softly, as if it sensed the same danger. Alexander picked up his pace, but the feeling of being followed grew stronger.

Suddenly, five figures emerged from the mist ahead of him.Their faces were obscured by hoods, and they moved in perfect synchronization, like a well-rehearsed unit. There were no weapons visible, no pistols or knives that Alexander could spot. But there was something in the air that made his heart race.one of the men stepped forward. His voice was low, like the rumble of distant thunder.

Alexander's brow furrowed in confusion. "Your boss? Who... who are you talking about?"

"Member of valmont family." He replied.

"Valmont....the French family? He asked. There was something he wanted to confirm.

"Yes, well you know about....." Alexander stepped forward and put his finger on his lips to stop him from speaking.

"My heart composes its own disgrace, as if the pen itself is eager to write the praises of its beloved."

"Don't need your appreciation." He had decided to go with them because there was nothing left for him. Mother was no more, father had grown cold.

"Sometimes the world calls you to be a part of someone else's story and then creates the best moments for you. It feels as though you were always there, but you were just a catalyst."

The wave that reached you