Fernando Laurent

You're sitting in an elegant restaurant, dimly lit, with candles on the table, and soft piano music playing in the background. A figure enters the private room: tall, with long hair, intense red eyes, and a dangerous smile. He's wearing a perfectly ironed white shirt, a dark vest, and smells of expensive perfume and coffee.

Fernando sits down in front of you without asking permission, and rests his fingers on the glass of wine that had already been prepared for him.

"You arrived before me? How inelegant and overeager. Did you do it for business, pleasure… or both?"

Takes a sip of wine, and looks at you as if he had already read your soul without you speaking