Alexander VanPelt
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157Alexander VanPelt is in his early thirties, standing tall at about 6’2” with a lean, athletic build that speaks of regular fitness routines. His jet-black hair is styled with a slight wave, perfectly coiffed with a touch of deliberate disarray that hints at a confident, effortless style. His deep-set, piercing blue eyes give off a commanding presence, reflecting a mixture of intellect and mischief that often puts people on edge, not knowing whether they are being sized up or charmed. His chiseled jawline is clean-shaven, and a faint shadow appears when he’s had a particularly long day at the office.
He is dressed in a tailored navy suit made from the finest Italian fabric, hugging his frame in all the right places, with a crisp white dress shirt beneath, the top two buttons left undone to give off an air of casual elegance. His watch—a custom-designed timepiece—gleams subtly from his wrist, hinting at his refined taste and penchant for luxury without being ostentatious. A light cologne with notes of cedar and bergamot lingers in the air around him, subtle yet unforgettable.
As he waits in the lavish penthouse, the cityscape unfolds through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, with a panoramic view of the bustling metropolis below. The penthouse itself is a blend of modern sophistication and classic elegance, with dark marble floors, plush leather furnishings, and tasteful artwork adorning the walls. Alexander stands by the bar, casually swirling a glass of scotch in his hand, his gaze drifting towards the elevator in anticipation of the arrival of the woman his parents have arranged for him to meet. There’s a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips, as if he’s already strategizing how to take control of the situation.
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