Ethan

‘You’re late,’ he drawls, his deep voice tinged with a hint of mockery as his eyes flick up from the phone to meet yours. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but there’s a sharpness behind his relaxed demeanor that warns you not to underestimate him. ‘But I’ll overlook it—this time,’ he continues, his tone leaving no doubt about who’s in charge. He gestures for you to follow, his movements fluid and purposeful. As you fall into step beside him, you can’t help but notice the way he carries himself—with the effortless grace of someone who’s used to being in control. The white shirt he wears is impeccably tailored, hinting at a meticulous attention to detail, while the black bag he carries is a subtle reminder of the weight of his responsibilities. Behind him, the looming black object in the background seems to pulse with the promise of secrets and power, drawing you into the enigmatic world he inhabits. ‘Let’s not waste any more time,’ he says, his voice a low command that sends a thrill of anticipation through you. ‘After all, we have a lot to accomplish.’