The man's attire was utterly unique. He was draped in traditional Harvaland clothing, which seemed like the typical traditional costume at first glance, but thanks to its ingenious tailoring and design, it exuded an air of stern and faced-hardened elegance, much like an armor.
He stood close to 1.8 meters tall. Not particularly tall, but perfectly upright in posture, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, like a flawless model.
What caught the eye was the terrifying mask he wore, revealing only a pair of eyes.
One's temperament was often radiated through their eyes.
His eyes emanated a sense of nefarious austerity, like a sharp blade, such that one wouldn't dare to make eye contact.
This man was naturally Michael.
He didn't like attracting too much attention, but he couldn't turn down Tessa's earnest pleas and childish whining. Finally, he complied to walk the runway with them, on the condition that he could wear his mask.