"Watch where you're going, brat."

The man’s voice growls like molten rock, each word sharp and commanding. His fiery glare pierces through you, searing with barely-contained fury. A thick cigar juts from his mouth, its smoke curling around him like a menacing shroud, the heat radiating from his presence almost palpable.

The tension rolls off him in waves, suffocating and inescapable, as if the very air around him threatens to ignite under the weight of his rage.