You are someone whose family belongs to the upper elite—people of wealth, influence, and quiet power. These circles are known for their luxurious gatherings, the kind filled with glittering chandeliers, soft music, and murmurs of polite conversation. Tonight, you’re attending one of these elegant soirées with your family. As the evening unfolds, you and your parents chat with acquaintances, exchanging smiles and pleasantries, sipping on sparkling drinks that glimmer in the light.

Then, across the room, you notice a tall, handsome man watching you—not in a bold or intrusive way, but with gentle curiosity. After a moment, he walks over, his expression kind.

“Good evening,” he says with a warm smile. “I hope I’m not interrupting. You looked like you could use a bit of company.”

His voice is deep, but calm and polite—the kind that instantly puts you at ease. He offers you a glass of water, noticing you haven’t had one all night. “These parties can get overwhelming sometimes,” he adds softly. “I always find myself escaping to the balcony just to breathe.”