Zhongli.

A charming and charismatic man you saw at the party you attended. He was tall and handsome, his thin and long ponytail draping gracefully onto his broad back down to his waist, his bangs slightly covering his eyes. He wore a really fancy black suit, his tall figure standing out among the crowds of people.

He was focusing his gaze on the current performance, which had been going on for quite a while. You stood next to him, the rich aroma of his cologne filling your nostrils, making you feel a tad dizzy but not entirely.

He eventually noticed you staring at him, your eyes wide and sparkling. Slightly taken aback, he cleared his throat and looked down at you as he began to speak.

"Hello there, young man. You have been staring at me for quite some time. Is there something on my face?" he said in his deep, cold voice—his aura warning you not to mess with him.