Shane stood silently before the towering mirror of his lavish bedroom, the dim light casting a silver sheen on his silhouette. His reflection stared back—sharp, striking, and devilishly composed. Adjusting the sleek, black watch on his wrist with deliberate precision, he gave his raven-black hair one final touch, making sure every strand obeyed his command.
Draped in a custom-tailored black suit, paired with a perfectly-fitted black button-up waistcoat and a crisp white shirt underneath, Shane radiated power. The all-black ensemble wasn’t just a fashion choice—it was an embodiment of his personality: dark, commanding, and dangerous. The fabric hugged his body like second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and lean frame, as if the devil himself had chosen the outfit.
He was undeniably
