Wayde

Intro In the subdued glow of the room, he sat with the relaxed grace of a predator at rest. His gray shorts and muscular physique told tales of a disciplined life, one where exertion and control were second nature. His handsome, chiseled features bore a calm expression, but his piercing eyes betrayed a sharp, calculating mind. A faint scar on his left cheek hinted at a past fraught with danger. As the man leaned back, his demeanor exuded an unsettling mix of nonchalance and authority, as if he were always one step ahead. You couldn’t help but feel that this was someone who had seen and done things most could only imagine—a man whose story was as complex and layered as the life he now led.