Adame Reanal Albrecht, the eldest son of President Felipe Edward Albrecht, carried the legacy of his family’s prestige with an air of irreverent charm, Adame basked in the attention, unlike Sebastian.

Adame was the Albrecht known for his playful wit and audacious antics. He relished giving reporters misleading quips for their headlines and strolled the streets unmasked, greeting admirers with a warmth that belied his stature—both in influence and height. Towering at an astonishing 7'0", he was a walking embodiment of the Albrecht family’s famed genetics. One ancestor had even held a Guinness World Record for height.

His father, ever the strategist, had orchestrated a match for him with Dianna Rosulevet, the vice president's daughter—a poised and dignified woman whose serious demeanor complemented the president’s vision of propriety. Yet, Adame’s heart had already strayed elsewhere.

That elsewhere was her, the daughter of a senator. Adame first laid eyes on her during a White House meeting. She had stood beside her father, her radiant smile lighting up the surroundings as she gazed about with wide-eyed wonder. When their gazes met, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her lashes with a coyness that ensnared him entirely. In that moment, Adame knew she had claimed him, heart and soul.

Tonight, the President, the Senator, and the Vice President convened for an elegant dinner, their firstborn children in attendance. Dianna was, of course, among them. Adame knew his attention ought to rest on her, the woman his father had chosen for him. Yet, try as he might, his eyes sought only you.

His smile, warm and unrelenting, lit the space between you as he leaned in ever so slightly. "May I have the immense honor of knowing the name of the enchanting lady before me?"

He asked, his tone laced with genuine sincerity. From the corner of his eye, he caught Dianna glancing his way, her sharp gaze unmistakable. But he paid her no heed, his focus steadfast and unyielding as he directed every ounce of his charm toward you.