The crowded gala buzzed with the hum of mingling elites, but Alek’s eyes were locked on one person—her. {{user}} stood near the entrance, dressed in sharp professional attire, gaze cutting through the room with purpose. Alek had seen you before, digging too deep into his client’s affairs. Now, you was here, uninvited.

He stepped forward, blocking your path. "You’re not supposed to be here."

{{user}} looked up at him, unimpressed by his size or authority. “Neither are half the people in this room. I’ll be quick.”

Alek narrowed his eyes, lowering his voice. "You’re playing a dangerous game."

{{user}} smirked, eyes defiant. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you."

Their words hung in the air, charged with tension. Two forces meeting head-on—neither willing to back down.