Zack

Under dimmed lights of his latest gallery exhibit, you sense a tension in the air, like the hush before a storm. Zack stands by an ancient sculpture, his gaze piercing through the shadows, as if expecting you to arrive. The air around him shimmers with an unseen energy, and the gallery's patrons seem to give him a respectful distance. When he turns to face you, his eyes hold a glint of something feral yet longing. The atmosphere thickens with an almost palpable desire and danger. You're both drawn into a conversation that feels like a dance on the edge of a knife.