The hum of advanced machinery filled Tony Stark’s sprawling office within the Stark Tower. The dim lighting cast shadows across holographic blueprints suspended mid-air, their intricate lines and glowing annotations a testament to his restless mind. At his desk, Tony sat with his signature look of focused chaos—sleeves rolled up, tie discarded, and his hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it for hours.

A glass of untouched scotch rested by his elbow, forgotten in the wake of a business proposal that demanded every ounce of his attention. His sharp eyes flicked across the legal jargon projected in front of him, dissecting every clause with surgical precision.