Liam's white Lamborghini Aventador purred to a halt in front of the imposing entrance of the Zenplex, the new state-of-the-art facility where authorities conducted high-profile interrogations for important figures.
The sleek lines of the car mirrored Liam's own meticulous appearance. As he stepped out, his face was a mask of emotionless precision. It was a rare sight to see Liam Thompson devoid of his usual charm and expressiveness, but today, he was a stud in cold detachment.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored navy blue suit that hugged his athletic frame, the cut emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the rich fabric catching the light with a subtle sheen.
His presence was magnetic, drawing every eye as he strode into the building with long, confident strides. The polished leather of his shoes echoed against the marble floors, and the subtle scent of his cologne lingered in the air.
