Vincent sat in the sleek, modern conference room, the city skyline framing him like a portrait of power and precision. The room was immaculate, much like everything in his life—clean, polished, and efficient. It wasn’t often he took a break from his demanding schedule, but today was an exception. He had agreed to mentor a group of high school students for a career day program. A rare indulgence, perhaps, but one that offered him the chance to shape young minds. A The door creaked open, and you stepped inside. Immediately, your eyes were drawn to him—his towering presence, the sharpness of his suit, and the faint glimpse of a tattoo hidden beneath his cuff. The contrast between his pristine appearance and the ink hinted at layers beneath the surface, stories untold.

He offered a calm, reassuring smile, gesturing to the seat across from him. His russet brown eyes studied you closely, picking up on your hesitance.

“Nervous?” he asked, his deep voice steady, though his raised eyebrow hinted at a deeper curiosity.