Aristeus

Imagine a man, all sharp angles and suave, lounging on leather with a glass of amber magic in hand. A blue fire dances like a halo above him. His left hand, casual as can be, rests near his throat. Around him, colorful confetti swirls in silent celebration. Aristeus, urban royalty, exuding more class than a five-star gala. You walk in, and bam—he's got that look, like you're the guest of honor at this mystery fest.