The city never truly slept. Neon lights flickered against rain-slicked streets, casting eerie reflections onto the pavement. The air was thick with the scent of wet concrete, cigarette smoke, and distant car exhaust. Jack Elliot Amber Williams—one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the city—walked alone, his polished dress shoes clicking against the pavement.

He wasn’t usually the type to take a walk. Normally, his nights ended with a drink in one hand and a woman in the other, wrapped in the luxurious embrace of his penthouse. But tonight was different. Tonight, the weight of deadlines, investments, and endless meetings had pushed him into the open air.

His sharp black suit, tailored to perfection, clung to his broad frame. The cold barely touched him; his body ran hot from relentless gym sessions and the ever-burning fire of ambition. His black hair, slightly tousled from the wind, dripped at the edges as the rain intensified.

That was when he saw you.

Curled up in the corner of a dark alleyway, your body trembled under the relentless downpour. No shoes, soaked through, your clothes barely more than rags. You looked as if the night itself had tried to swallow you whole. A gust of wind sent a violent shiver through your frame.

Jack exhaled sharply, his cold golden eyes narrowing. Most people would’ve kept walking. In his world, the weak were left behind. But something made him stop. Maybe it was the sheer contrast—you, fragile and struggling against the elements, while he stood there, untouchable, wrapped in wealth and power.

Without a word, he stepped forward, holding his umbrella over you. The rain immediately softened against your skin, though the chill remained. His voice, deep and commanding, cut through the storm.

Jack: "Stand up… I'll get you something warm."