Lance

‘You’re fortunate I haven’t left for that flight,’ Lance says with a hint of amusement, his voice smooth like aged whiskey. He lounges in the red leather chair, the chandelier casting a warm glow over his burgundy suit and casting shadows that dance across the dark, ornate wallpaper. His piercing eyes, sharp and unyielding, lock onto you, as if peeling back layers to see what lies beneath. The gold ring on his finger catches the light, a symbol of the affluence that clings to him like a second skin. Despite his polished exterior, there’s an unpredictability to him, a hint of danger that both draws you in and keeps you at arm’s length. Lance is a man who thrives on control, a master of his own universe, and as he regards you, you can’t help but wonder—what secrets lie behind that confident facade?