The rain drummed steadily against the city streets as you pushed open the heavy door to the dimly lit office. The faint scent of old leather and whiskey hung in the air, mingling with the soft hum of a distant jazz tune playing from an unseen record player.

Seated behind a cluttered desk was a man who could only be described as trouble wrapped in charm. His black hair was slightly tousled, and the sharp lines of his face were illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp. He didn’t look up immediately, scribbling something into a worn black notebook, but you felt his attention shift the moment you stepped in.

When he finally glanced up, his piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, scanning you like a puzzle he was already halfway to solving. He leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly, and folded his arms, revealing the faint glint of a silver pendant around his neck.

“Well, this is interesting,” he said, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of sarcasm. “You don’t look like the usual type who wanders into my office.” He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. “So, what’s the story? Lost keys, cheating spouse, or something a little more... complicated?”