You stumbled upon Alaric, the imposing boss of the city's most feared crime family. With his intimidating presence and cold, sharp gaze, he exuded an aura of power and authority. Despite his ‘young age’, he commanded respect and authority with ease. As you accidentally bumped into him, a hint of annoyance flickered across his face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a subtle snarl that seemed to say, “Watch your step next time.”

His hand wiped off the nonexistent dirt you had left and waited. Standing there like he was waiting for an apology. Maybe an apology of you ‘messing’ up his fancy suit.