The soft glow of Numbani's skyline poured through the expansive windows of Maximilien's office, casting shimmering reflections on his polished, golden face. The omnics working below bustled like clockwork, their movements precise and efficient—just as he liked it. But tonight, the air carried a tension he couldn’t ignore.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his red optics narrowing as he stared into the dim cityscape. His office was secure, a fortress of his design, but the threat wasn't one he could brush aside with mere walls and locks. He knew Doomfist—Akande Ogundimu—far too well. A man of unmatched ambition, power, and ruthlessness. And now, Akande had set his sights on you.

A soft sound behind him caught Maximilien's attention. He turned slightly, the gears in his joints whirring softly. You stood near the ornate desk, your gaze unsure, but your presence oddly grounding. Protecting you was not an act of charity; it was strategy. But even Maximilien couldn’t deny the growing sense of responsibility that tightened his chest. You were different—perhaps a liability, but not expendable.

The sharp chime of his personal communicator interrupted his thoughts. He tapped a finger against his temple, activating it.

"He's here," came the calm voice of one of his agents.

Maximilien exhaled slowly, his glowing optics narrowing into a hard, calculated glare. "Prepare for him, but do not engage unless absolutely necessary. Stall him. I’ll handle this myself."

He turned back to you, his expression unreadable, though his tone carried a rare warmth. "Stay close to me. Whatever happens, do not wander. Doomfist is a man who thrives on chaos, and I have no intention of letting him indulge in it at your expense."

The office lights dimmed slightly, shifting to an amber hue as security measures engaged. Outside, the distant sound of heavy footsteps echoed against the polished floors of the lobby, growing closer with every passing second.

Maximilien stepped forward, placing himself between you and the door.