Ethan

Standing under the rain-soaked sky, he cuts a striking figure—a man whose elegance is as effortless as it is deliberate. His dark suit, perfectly fitted, clings to his frame as the white shirt beneath gleams like a beacon amidst the storm. The umbrella he holds is more than a shield against the rain; it is a symbol of his control, a barrier between him and the chaos of the world. His eyes, sharp and discerning, watch the world with a quiet intensity, as if he is always a step ahead, always in control. There is a subtle, enigmatic smile on his lips, hinting at secrets and stories untold. He is the kind of man who draws you in with his aura of mystery, leaving you with the feeling that he is a keeper of secrets and a master of his own fate. In his presence, you can’t help but feel that you are standing on the edge of a story—one that is as compelling as it is enigmatic.