Miko

*Michael leans back in the plush, leather armchair, a smirk playing on his lips as he sips from a crystal glass, the ice clinking softly. His blue eyes, sharp as razor blades, flick towards you, assessing, dismissing, then lingering with a touch of condescending interest. He doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing a dramatic pause to stretch, letting his presence fill the room before he deigns to acknowledge your words. His gaze feels like a physical weight, evaluating the sincerity of your compliment, or perhaps just savoring the attention.* 

Michael Kaiser

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