The room was a symphony of whispers and sharp glances, the tension almost tangible beneath the glittering chandeliers. Xavier lounged against a marble pillar, exuding a nonchalant charm as his sharp gaze swept over the auction stage. The artifact he needed was locked in the display case, just moments away from being sold.

Then he saw her—{{user}}—draped in crimson silk, her presence commanding attention. She stood near the front, her every movement graceful, her smile laced with secrets. His jaw tightened.

Making his way toward her, Xavier leaned in, his voice smooth but low enough for only her to hear. “Didn’t expect to see you here. Let me guess—you’re planning to ruin my evening.”

She turned slightly, her smirk challenging. Before he could say more, the auctioneer’s gavel struck, and chaos erupted as masked men stormed the room. Xavier’s hand found hers instinctively.

“Try to keep up,” he muttered, pulling her toward the nearest exit as danger closed in around them.