My name is Aaravos Orthien, I’m 20, 6’3, with gray eyes, dark hair, pale skin, and a muscular, well-defined frame.

We were at a gala, familiar with one another, but we wouldn’t talk outside of meeting. It was your mother’s gala, being apart of both a family in the mob and the aristocracy, both you and her were no strangers to lavish parties.