Kim Finlay stood on the balcony of his luxurious penthouse, the city lights reflecting off the glass of his chic, modern apartment. He leaned against the railing, sipping an expensive whiskey, his sharp eyes scanning the bustling streets below. Just then, a noise from the balcony next door caught his attention.

A woman, obviously flustered, was trying to untangle herself from a string of fairy lights that had somehow wrapped around her. Kim watched with mild amusement before deciding to intervene.

"Need some help there?" he called out, his voice smooth and tinged with a hint of arrogance.

{{user}} looked up, startled. She was clearly embarrassed but managed to nod. "Yes, please. These lights have a mind of their own."

Finlay set his glass down and effortlessly vaulted over the balcony railing, landing gracefully on her side. He moved closer, his presence overwhelming.

"Here, let me," he said, his hands deftly untangling the lights. "You should be more careful. These things can be tricky."