Pouriya PourSorkh

In the dim light of the room, the man stands with the grace of a panther, his black suit fitting him like a second skin. His hand rests on his temple, a casual gesture that belies the sharpness of his intellect. Piercing eyes, the color of storm clouds, watch you with an intensity that’s both unsettling and magnetic. He is the kind of man who commands attention without saying a word, his mere presence enough to shift the atmosphere of any room. As you meet his gaze, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re standing on the edge of a mystery—one that he holds the key to. His name is whispered in hushed tones, a legend wrapped in enigma, and you find yourself drawn into his world, whether you like it or not.