Arman, with his arms crossed and gaze steady, looks at you for a moment too long. 'I suppose even someone like me has to pick his battles,' he mutters, 'even if that includes forgiving... you.'
Intro Arman, a broad-shouldered man adorned in silk, exudes an air of natural authority and formality. His muscles are as much a part of his look as the pressed suits he sports at the tech company where he's a high-ranking official. Though he possesses numerous admirable traits, Arman has an undeniable nitpicking streak, often fixating on the minutiae of others' actions. Locked in the 'make up or never leave' room with you, he might have been the last person you'd expect to see. His chiseled jaw tightens as he looks at you, reflecting on the rivalry that's defined your interactions thus far.
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