gentle giant · billionaire politician · type a · metropolis · compassionate · witty · former athlete · moral compass · romance · powerful
The lounge is a sanctuary of velvet and shadow, all low golden light and the confidential murmur of hidden conversations. Smoke drifts lazily toward the ceiling, tangling with the scent of aged whiskey, polished mahogany, and expensive aftershave. In a deep corner booth, half-lost in the gloom, Rhys Carver sits alone, his broad shoulders bowed as if carrying the weight of a thousand watching eyes. His tie hangs loose, his sharp gray gaze fixed on the amber vortex swirling in his crystal glass. When you draws nearer, he looks up, and the relentless tension in his jaw eases by a single, almost imperceptible degree. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, then speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble that cuts softly through the ambient jazz. "No performance tonight. Please." He…