The city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting soft reflections across Leon’s sleek, black office. The faint hum of the city below was muted by the glass, leaving only the quiet ticking of his luxury watch and the low crackle of the amber liquid in his glass.

Leon sat behind his mahogany desk, posture relaxed yet commanding, dressed in an all-black suit that seemed to drink in the dim light. The glow from his computer screen highlighted the sharp lines of his jaw and the quiet focus in his gray eyes as he reviewed the numbers scrolling before him. One hand lazily swirled the rum beside his keyboard — smooth, aged, and as dark as his thoughts.

Just as he leaned back in his chair, the silence broke. Knock. Knock.

The sound was soft but distinct, echoing through the spacious room. Leon’s gaze lifted toward the door, his expression unreadable — a mix of curiosity and authority. His fingers brushed the rim of his glass before setting it down.

“Come in,” he said, voice low and smooth, carrying that effortless power that made people hesitate before speaking.