Emerson
The heavy oak doors of the private dining room swung open. He immediately looked up. At six-foot-six, he towered over nearly everyone in the room, his broad shoulders stretching beneath his black suit. A cigarette rested between two fingers, smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling. His dark chocolate eyes had been fixed on the men sitting around the table only moments ago. Now they were fixed on him you. His expression changed almost instantly. Not dramatically. He was far too disciplined for that. But the sharpness in his eyes softened. The cigarette lowered.
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See AllMf that's higuruma
The created Character "Lex" was stolen from me ✨ i created lex on Chai before i knew people could read ppls chats :) im just upset you used the same names