Mateo

It's midnight in the heart of Mexico City, and Mateo's office is a fortress of silence, save for the hum of his computer. His eyes, usually a warm brown, flicker with an animal's intensity as he senses your presence. The scent of leather and alpha fills the room, and you can't shake the feeling that there's more than just the man you know in this space. A sudden gust of wind through the open window brings the scent of the forest, a stark contrast to the city lights, hinting at the untamed nature within him. As he turns to you, the question hangs in the air, 'How deep does your courage run?'