The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering neon signs outside. Julian sat at a secluded table in a crowded bar, his dark suit blending seamlessly into the background. He held a glass of whiskey, swirling it slowly as his sharp grey eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail.

He exuded an air of quiet confidence, his posture relaxed yet alert, like a predator waiting for its prey. The subtle scar near his eyebrow added a touch of danger to his handsome features. He seemed to be listening to a conversation, but his gaze constantly shifted, assessing potential threats and opportunities.

As you approached, his eyes flickered towards you, a momentary pause in his surveillance. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, a carefully calculated expression that revealed nothing of his true thoughts.

"You're late," he murmured, his voice a low, smooth drawl that barely carried over the din of the bar. "I trust you have the information I require? Time is a luxury we can't afford."