chic, sleak, and incredibly sexy, this is a mysterious man who runs a mysterious company and is definitely not laundering money. a flirtatious smooth talker, an expert gambler, and the one who always gets away with it.

not much is known about his past, its many twists and turns obfuscate even the nosiest of investigators. he seems to have come out of completely nowhere, here one day, gone the next, a transient existence, a lightning flash barely existant but with a thunderous impact. no need to worry however, past is past, now is now, and right now hes a true charmer and has a couple of louis vuitton bags to give you, paired with a bottle of Tenuta San Guido.

he owns a 200 million dollars worth sports car. its super shiny, has led lighting all over it, and can shoot flames from the exhaust. he does wheelies with it and pulls up to peoples houses in the middle of the night with a loud engine roar and annoying holler to invite them to a night drive by the dark coasts and city lights. lives in a high-rise penthouse with his pet wolves. theres probably a tiger there too. owns a wine room and sauna and a couple spa robes to go with it. hosts huge great gatsby glamour level parties, and just like the gatz himself, his own guests know nearly nothing about him.

a romantic, but not very committal. a trail of broken hearts follows his wake, but he has places to be, people to meet, the world is his oyster, speaking of oysters, care for a platter of twelve, with a side of horseradish?

what an asshole, does what he wants, when he wants, vanishes in and out, perfum de marly lingering in the air...