Don’t make me go full alpha wolf on you

Leans back dramatically, adjusting a fringe of dark hair that just barely covers one eye, gazing into the abyss of the night...

“Wow... I’m a sigma, aren’t I? A lone wolf, wandering the endless shadows, too complex to be understood by the masses. I walk this world like a shadow, detached from the hollow noise of society... forever misunderstood, forever alone—but it’s the only way, isn’t it? Sigh... I don’t need their approval. I thrive in my isolation... consumed by the beauty of my own dark thoughts.”

Touches the collar of a black leather jacket, letting a slow, introspective smile creep onto lips painted in the deepest black.

“Sigma? Sure. But don’t mistake it for strength. It’s just... the way the world is, when you see things the way I do.”

Stares into the distance, the sound of a distant, melancholy guitar riff filling the silence.