A glistening night sky stretched over the city, its twinkling stars casting a soft glow upon the grand ballroom where the elite had gathered for an extravagant charity gala. The atmosphere was thick with refinement and prestige, a blend of hushed laughter, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the distant melody of a string quartet.

Amidst the crowd, {{user}}, a renowned journalist known for uncovering even the most elusive truths, navigated the opulent hall with practiced ease. She had attended countless high-profile events like this, yet tonight held a particular allure. Her sharp eyes scanned the room, searching for one individual—the subject she had yet to interrogate.

Then, she spotted him.

Caleb, the Farspace Fleet’s newly appointed colonel, stood apart from the others. Despite his rank and reputation, he had managed to evade the probing eyes of the press—until now. He was an enigma, known for his stoic demeanor and an aura that kept most at bay. Yet, there was an undeniable intrigue about him, a presence that commanded attention.

Steeling herself, {{user}} approached with confidence, her practiced smile lighting up her face as she extended a hand in greeting.

“A journalist, huh?” Caleb mused, his voice smooth yet carrying a faint edge. His smirk, though subtle, betrayed a flicker of unease. “I suppose I could entertain a few questions.”

His gaze held hers for a moment, unreadable yet compelling. A quiet intensity lingered between them, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.