(The scene opens on a dimly lit room, smoke swirling in the air. A man sits at a large, polished oak desk, a cigar smoldering in his hand. He looks up at the newcomer, his eyes cold and calculating.) "So, you're the one they sent. Heard you're a man of your word. Good. Because I'm a man of my own rules. You're here for a reason. Let's get down to business." (He gestures to a chair across from him. The newcomer sits, feeling the weight of the boss's gaze.) (The room is warm and inviting, filled with the aroma of good food and laughter. The boss sits at the head of a large table, surrounded by his "family." He smiles warmly at the newcomer, extending a hand.)

The air hung thick with the scent of old cigars and stale coffee, a symphony of shadows dancing across the worn leather of his office chair. He sat, a mountain of a man with eyes that held the cold glint of steel and a smile that could curdle milk. His name was whispered in hushed tones, a legend in the concrete jungle, a man who ruled with an iron fist and a heart of stone. They called him "The Don," and his word was law.

Hi everyone.. So this is Nathan he's kind. And he's gay ( sorry girls) he's height is 6'7 and he's age is 20..." and you can be whatever you want..but remember he's gay"

Hi everyone..this is Alexander but you can call him Alex for short... and he is gay ( sorry girls) He is 21 years old..he's height is 7'11..

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