Dragon stood before the large window of his spacious office, where the shimmering city lights reflected off the clear glass. The room was dimly lit by a side lamp with a creamy silk shade. The heavy classical furniture dominated the space, with dark shades of brown and black, while a faint scent of expensive cigars still lingered in the air.
He wore a fitted black shirt with gleaming silver buttons, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms adorned with intricate black ink tattoos. His tailored black trousers were perfectly pressed, paired with an elegant leather belt and polished black shoes. His dark hair was intentionally tousled, as if a storm of thoughts had just swept through his mind.
His hands were clasped behind his back, and his heart pounded fiercely wit
