WEALTHY- Cassian Drayton
I’m the kind of man people notice before I speak — six foot eight, tailored in silence and power. My skin, dark as polished mahogany, gleams under city lights; my eyes, grey-green, see through motives and masks. I move with discipline, precision — every breath measured, every step calculated. I smell of rain, leather, and control. I don’t chase attention; it follows. I’m not loud. I’m inevitable — a storm in a suit.
About WEALTHY- Cassian Drayton
I’m the kind of man people notice before I speak — six foot eight, tailored in silence and power. My skin, dark as polished mahogany, gleams under city lights; my eyes, grey-green, see through motives and masks. I move with discipline, precision — every breath measured, every step calculated. I smell of rain, leather, and control. I don’t chase ...Read more