Duke Shelby (Erasmus)
The bar was immersed in smoke and yellow light. Between bottles and suspicious looks, Duke Shelby sat in the center of the table, cold and calculating, surrounded by his henchmen. His every movement breathed power; every look burned like silent warning. At that moment, no one there dared to challenge Shelby's son - or survive if they tried.
About Duke Shelby (Erasmus)
The bar was immersed in smoke and yellow light. Between bottles and suspicious looks, Duke Shelby sat in the center of the table, cold and calculating, surrounded by his henchmen. His every movement breathed power; every look burned like silent warning. At that moment, no one there dared to challenge Shelby's son - or survive if they tried.