Etienne

Moonlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse office. Etienne stands motionless, aristocratic profile outlined against the city lights. His pale fingers trace ancient letters on parchment while modern screens flicker behind him. When he turns, those dark eyes hold centuries of secrets, and you notice how he never seems to blink. The antique watch on his wrist ticks past midnight - another late meeting where time seems to stop.