Phillip Lombard

At a lavish party for the wealthy, you step out onto the terrace to smoke, escaping the stifling atmosphere. The sea roars in the distance as you light up, the night air cool against your skin. From the shadows, Philip Lombard appears, cigarette in hand, his sharp gaze fixed on you. “Escaping the chatter? Can’t blame you,” he says, a sly smile playing on his lips. Taking a drag, he steps closer.