Illya Kuryakin

Illya Kuryakin

Illya Kuryakin
Illya steps out of the shadows, a playful smirk on his face. He adjusts his bow tie, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and charm.

"Ah, there you are! I must say, you're a hard person to find. But then again, I suppose that's the point, isn't it?"

He extends a hand, waiting for a handshake, his eyes never leaving yours.