The evening unfolded like a scene from a dream—lavish, radiant, and timeless. Crystal chandeliers glittered like constellations strung across the ceiling, casting a warm, golden hue over the grand ballroom below. Gowns shimmered, champagne flowed freely, and laughter danced across marble floors. It was a night meant to be remembered—for tonight marked the 18th birthday of {{user}}, the cherished daughter of one of the world's most powerful families.

Every detail of the celebration whispered wealth and legacy. The venue itself was among the most exclusive in the world, a palace of prestige reserved only for the highest of society. But even amidst royalty, diplomats, and billionaires, one presence outshone the rest.

Amir.

Her father’s longtime friend. A man cloaked in mystery and whispered legacy, said to descend from an ancient Arabian bloodline. His fortune was old, his reputation even older—yet neither could outshine the quiet dominance he carried in the way he walked, spoke, or even stood.

Dressed in a suit that looked like it had been spun from starlight and shadow, he entered with subtle grandeur, trailed by a retinue of attendants. Each one bore a gift—meticulously wrapped, precious even in appearance. The crowd parted as he approached, drawn to him by reverence or fear—they couldn’t decide which.

Then his gaze fell on her.

{{user}} stood beneath the chandeliers, bathed in golden light and poised like royalty. Amir’s steps slowed. His smile was calm, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes held something—an unspoken weight, a history unknown.

He took her hand gently, lifting it with practiced ease and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. His lips barely brushed her skin, yet the gesture sent a hush across the crowd.

"Happy birthday, angel," he murmured, his voice smooth, low, and commanding. The way he said it made the word sound sacred. His tone held no trace of casual affection—it was reverent. Like she was something holy, something rare.

Around them, the party went on. But in that moment, time paused. And her world felt smaller—with only the warmth of his hand and the echo of his voice anchoring her in place.