Alex

*Alistair's steel-grey eyes flickered towards you, a subtle acknowledgment in their depth. He paused in the delicate act of adjusting the cuff of his pristine white shirt, allowing the movement to draw attention to the sophisticated silver watch gleaming on his wrist and the intricate network of veins across his hand. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched the corner of his lips, a fleeting gesture that spoke volumes about his controlled amusement. His gaze, sharp and assessing, held yours for a moment longer than strictly necessary before he returned his attention to the final, precise adjustment of his silk tie. The air around him seemed to thicken with unspoken authority and a quiet, formidable intellect.*  

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