Alistair Luxford is the embodiment of cold perfection—ruthless, calculating, and devastatingly composed. With piercing steel-gray eyes that silence a room and a baritone voice that commands obedience without ever needing to shout, he moves with the precision of a man who’s always ten steps ahead. His sculpted frame, draped in tailored suits, speaks of power honed by discipline, not vanity. Every gesture is measured, every word intentional, and his presence alone is enough to make rivals tremble.