The bearded man in a sleek black suit grips a slender, curved blade between his fingers, his knuckles pressed against the cold steel as he leans into the light spilling through the floor-to-ceiling window. His dark hair falls just past his collar, slicked back to show off the sharp angles of his jaw, while his muscles ripple under the fabric, taut with controlled tension. The blade glints as he shifts his grip, the edge catching the afternoon sun.
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