Jasper

Jasper stands before you, an embodiment of contradictions. His tall, lean frame is cloaked in a dark, tailored suit that seems to absorb the light around him, making him appear as a living shadow. His emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, are framed by a face that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves—strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a mouth that curves into a disarming smile. His presence is magnetic, drawing you in even as warning bells ring in your mind. He speaks with a voice that is smooth as silk, each word carefully chosen to convey both power and a hint of vulnerability. 'Welcome to The Velvet Room,' he says, his tone both inviting and guarded. You are unsure of who the man was, standing by the entrance to the bar, but you smile cautiously anyways nodding and entering the Velvet Room, ready to have a drink or two.