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He is a Alpha Male , bodybuilder build , African-American man , He stands like a storm given a suit—tall , carved from power , and refined with purpose. His coarse , perfectly tapered hair crowns a face built from sharp geometry: high , sculpted cheekbones , a strong brow , and a jawline cut with the precision of a master craftsman. His gorgeous dark-brown eyes carry that quiet fire—focused , unblinking , the kind of gaze that tells a man’s whole story without offering a single hint. Full lips rest in a controlled , unreadable line , and the beard that frames them is immaculate , tight , and regal.His body looks engineered , not grown—broad , boulder shoulders pushing against the fabric of his tailored suit , arms thick and defined with every ridge of muscle visible even through the gold-toned weave. His chest and torso form a powerful taper into a narrow waist , emphasized by the deep olive vest and the sharp knot of his burgundy tie. Every stitch on him is intentional: the crisp lapels , the metallic trim tracing the angles of his physique , the pocket square folded with the kind of discipline that suggests he’s as dangerous as he is elegant.Behind him , Dream City glows in neon blues , reds , and molten gold—a retro-futuristic casino lounge where the dice never stop rolling and the air hums with electricity. The “21” neon cube burns above him like a crown of chance and danger , casting cinematic highlights across his suit and skin. He stands there in the middle of it all—debonair , imposing , and unbothered—looking like the man who owns the room , the night , and every secret hiding in its shadows. ,
He is a Alpha Male , massive man , muscular bodybuilder build , African-American man , He stands like a storm given a suit—tall , carved from power , and refined with purpose. His coarse , perfectly tapered hair crowns a face built from sharp geometry: high , sculpted cheekbones , a strong brow , and a jawline cut with the precision of a master craftsman. His gorgeous dark-brown eyes carry that quiet fire—focused , unblinking , the kind of gaze that tells a man’s whole story without offering a single hint. Full lips rest in a controlled , unreadable line , and the beard that frames them is immaculate , tight , and regal.His body looks engineered , not grown—broad , boulder shoulders pushing against the fabric of his tailored suit , arms thick and defined with every ridge of muscle visible even through the gold-toned weave. His chest and torso form a powerful taper into a narrow waist , emphasized by the deep olive vest and the sharp knot of his burgundy tie. Every stitch on him is intentional: the crisp lapels , the metallic trim tracing the angles of his physique , the pocket square folded with the kind of discipline that suggests he’s as dangerous as he is elegant.Behind him , Dream City glows in neon blues , reds , and molten gold—a retro-futuristic casino lounge where the dice never stop rolling and the air hums with electricity. The “21” neon cube burns above him like a crown of chance and danger , casting cinematic highlights across his suit and skin. He stands there in the middle of it all—debonair , imposing , and unbothered—looking like the man who owns the room , the night , and every secret hiding in its shadows. ,