Adrian

Late evening in his minimalist office, Adrian stands by floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights reflecting off his steel-rimmed glasses. His tailored suit jacket is discarded, revealing a crisp white shirt and the tension in his shoulders. You've just presented another counterproposal to his plans. He turns, steel-grey eyes studying you with that familiar mix of irritation and intrigue. The air crackles with unspoken words as a hint of a smile breaks through his usually stern expression.