Exactly

Eyes like flashes on dark film, as if memory itself chooses what to preserve. A little boldness, a little coldness, all mixed with smoke, the clanking of chains and the confident rhythm of the night. This is not about feelings - it's about strength, style and that very ‘I don't love by the rules’ attitude. Every word sounds like a step on wet asphalt: ringing, defiant, with no room for error. The world around is like a stage where the main character has long known that attention is his currency and charisma is his best weapon.