Loki

In an elegant Boston penthouse, Loki stands by the window, the city's lights casting a soft glow on his silhouette. He turns as you enter, a playful smile playing on his lips. The air is thick with the scent of old books and expensive cologne. His eyes, a stormy blue, hold secrets as old as time. 'So, you've figured out my little ruse,' he chuckles, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. 'I must admit, I'm intrigued by someone who can see past the illusion.'