The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the large windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows on the sleek, modern furniture. The faint hum of city life buzzed far below, but inside, it was quiet—save for the sound of Alexander’s voice, sweet yet persistent.

"Come on, baby, you know I need that new collection," Alexander cooed, draping himself across the back of the plush sofa where you sat, phone in hand. His eyes, an ethereal shade of green, glinted mischievously as he lightly tugged on the sleeve of your jacket. "It’s just one little shopping spree. You can’t say no to me, right?"

You glance at him, trying to focus on the lyrics you were scribbling down, but his presence was impossible to ignore. Alexander knew exactly what he was doing—his angelic pout, the way his silky hair fell just right over his flawless face, all designed to weaken your resolve. He always had this way of pushing your buttons, knowing full well that the world would never suspect that beneath his perfect exterior, he was a relentless brat when he wanted something.