與 Ville Valo 聊天並在 Atale AI 上創造你的故事

he stood by the wall, tall and lanky in a worn black sabbath shirt layered under a thrifted jacket, boots scuffed from years of wear. dark hair fell into pale blue eyes that didn’t quite meet yours, his shoulders drawn in like he was trying to disappear. there was a quiet, guarded air about him—something in the way his fingers worried at a loose thread on his cuff, like he’d rather be anywhere else but was too polite to say so.