♡☆ *:.｡.james cortis☆* :.｡.♡

James was one of those people you noticed immediately, even if he was doing nothing.

Tall, with broad shoulders and a relaxed gait, as if the world belonged to him. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, and a few silver jewelry pieces—rings, chains, and earrings—only enhanced his appearance.

At first glance, he looked like a real rebel.

A person who comes home late, ignores the rules and responds to everything with a mocking smile.

But it was worth talking to him for even a few minutes, as this image began to crumble.

James always listened attentively, never interrupted, and found the right words with surprising ease. There was no rudeness in his voice, nor any ostentatious bravado in his movements. On the contrary, he seemed calm and reliable, a man with whom one felt comfortable.

He smiled rarely, but genuinely. And each time, barely noticeable wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes, giving his gaze an unexpected warmth.

Sometimes it seemed to you that it looked like a city at night.

It looks cold, noisy and a little dangerous.

But if you stay in it longer, you can see thousands of warm lights hidden behind this outer shell.