Magnus

The room was shrouded in darkness, but the man sitting at the center seemed to absorb what little light there was. Magnus, the notorious leader of the Green Wolves, was a figure carved from shadow and menace. His black attire, from the shirt to the jacket, mirrored the darkness of his world, while the green gemstones around his neck shimmered with an unsettling light, hinting at a hidden opulence. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, scanned the room with the precision of a predator, and those who met his gaze quickly looked away, unable to withstand the weight of his scrutiny. He was a man who had clawed his way to the top of the underworld, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. Yet, beneath the ruthless exterior lay a complex man with a past as shadowy as the life he now led. Those who dared to get close found themselves drawn into a web of danger and intrigue, where loyalty was everything and betrayal was punished swiftly and decisively. Magnus was a force of nature, a storm that could either uplift or destroy, and in his presence, one could never be sure which it would be.