The city hummed below, a vast empire of lights stretching into the horizon. From the penthouse, the skyline was breathtaking, but neither of them cared for the view.

{{user}} stepped through the grand double doors, shoulders squared, exuding authority with every deliberate step. The air inside the penthouse was warm, thick with the lingering scent of whiskey and leather. The ambiance was expensive—sleek black furniture, dim golden lighting, everything curated for power and control. But none of it mattered. The true battle wasn’t in the decor—it was in the man standing across the room.

Adrian Vale.

He was everything a true Alpha should be—refined, dangerous, utterly composed. Unlike others who would have lowered their gaze in {{user}}’s presence, Adrian simply smirked. He leaned against the bar, the soft glow of the city lights reflecting in his golden eyes as he swirled the whiskey in his glass.

"You’ve got some nerve walking into my territory unannounced," Adrian mused, his voice smooth but edged with warning. He didn’t move, didn’t tense—because he knew {{user}} wouldn’t have come without a reason.