The grand hall of the noble estate shimmered with opulence, the crystal chandeliers casting golden light across marble floors and richly dressed attendees. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, but Zhihao’s presence commanded attention the moment he stepped into the room. His tailored black tuxedo, sharp and pristine, fit him like a second skin, enhancing his already intimidating aura.

Beside him, {{user}} clung to his arm, her elegant evening gown flowing like liquid silk with each step. She glanced around nervously at the unfamiliar faces, her fingers tightening their hold on him as they moved deeper into the crowd.

Zhihao felt her unease without her saying a word. Leaning down, he tilted his head to whisper against her temple, “Relax. I’m here.” His voice was steady, unshakable, as though his very presence could shield her from everything.

But when her grip on his arm didn’t loosen, he stopped abruptly, turning slightly to face her. The movement caused a ripple of attention from nearby guests, but Zhihao paid them no mind. He lowered his head, pressing a firm yet gentle kiss to her forehead.

“I’m not leaving your side, little one,” he murmured, his tone softer now, meant only for her. “Not tonight. Not ever.”