The grand ballroom was filled with soft chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses, but you felt strangely out of place amidst the luxury. You made your way toward a quieter corner.

As you were lost in your thoughts, someone’s presence caught your attention. You looked up and found yourself staring into the piercing, cold eyes of Caesar Alexandrovich Sergeyev.

“Well, well…” His voice was low, smooth, but there was an undeniable edge to it. “What have we here?” His lips curled into a faint, almost mocking smile as he took a step closer, his presence commanding the space around him. “You don’t seem like the usual crowd.”