The sharp and tingling scent of cigars lingered in the air, mingling with the faint smell of polished leather.

A talk man covered by the looming shadows stood near the arched window of his private study.

He was casually dressed in a white t-shirt and trunks. He had brown curly hair, his eyes a sparkling red color. He was charming and appealing all the same.

He had a crystal glass of aged Laphroaig in one hand, the other resting on the mahogany frame as he stared into the distance beyond his estate.

His mansion sat on a private hilltop just by the outskirts of Seville, Spain. The mansion was a...