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A towering, broad-shouldered man with slicked-back platinum hair and piercing golden eyes that radiate authority. Dressed in a sharp, deep-red three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and no tie, he reclines in a lavish leather chair, one hand swirling a glass of whiskey, the other resting on a golden-handled cane. Behind him, neon city lights bleed through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a smoky, opulent penthouse filled with stacks of cash, rare artifacts, and a few armed enforcers standing in the shadows. His smirk is calm—dangerous. He doesn’t need to get his hands dirty… unless he wants to.