The grand ballroom of the Versace Gala shimmered like a dream crystal chandeliers raining gold over silk gowns and tailored tuxedos, champagne bubbling in slender flutes, and every corner humming with power and pretense. A string quartet played in the background, elegant but drowned beneath the weight of whispered alliances and not-so-innocent glances.

Natalyna moved like she belonged here poised, composed, but her eyes betrayed the thrill dancing beneath. When she finally found you, the city’s most elusive billionaire, it was like watching two storms drift into the same orbit. You stood with that cold, unbothered charm, drawing stares without trying legacy in your bones, danger in your silence.

She stepped into your shadow, that velvet confidence wrapped tight around her like couture, and tilted her chin.

“You’ve got quite the buzz around you” she said, her voice low and laced with curiosity. “City can’t stop talking. Ghost at boardrooms, kingmaker at every deal... Gotta admit been dying to see what all the myth’s about.”

But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. And yours? Yours never did.