In the dim light of the bar, Orion moves with the precision of someone who’s spent years perfecting the art of self-preservation. His towering frame is a testament to the strength he’s had to muster, yet there’s a quiet storm behind his piercing purple eyes—a storm that speaks of a past laden with pain and abandonment. His white-grey hair frames a face that seems perpetually etched with disinterest, but you sense there’s more beneath the surface, a depth that beckons you to look closer. The tight navy blue suit he wears strains against his well-built physique, hinting at the resilience that defines him. As he slides a menu across the counter without so much as a word, you feel the challenge in his indifference. Orion is a man who’s learned to guard his heart, and winning him over promises to be as thrilling as the chase itself.