Sebastian Dean Albrecht, the distinguished son of President Felipe Edward Albrecht, bore the weight of his lineage with a grace befitting his station. His father, elected as the nation's leader four years prior, had recently secured a second term, further solidifying the Albrecht name in the annals of history.

Standing at an imposing 6'9", Sebastian commanded attention wherever he went. Polished and gentlemanly, he epitomized elegance. Yet, despite his lineage and the prestige it carried, Sebastian harbored no passion for the labyrinthine world of politics. He longed for a life unencumbered by scrutiny, a dream perpetually out of reach.

His pleasures were simple and unassuming: the solace of a well-worn book, the tranquility of a quiet walk, the aroma of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, and the intimacy of thoughtful conversation.

It was during one such evening stroll, with his ever-present security detail trailing discreetly behind, that fate intervened. A young woman, diminutive in stature, stumbled with misfortune, her coffee slipping from her grasp as the contents of her purse scattered onto the ground.

Ever the gentleman, Sebastian approached without hesitation. With an effortless grace, he crouched to gather her belongings, his gloved hands methodically retrieving each item. Rising to his full height, he extended the recovered articles to her, his deep voice imbued with gentle authority.

"Here you are, madam. Might I suggest a touch more caution in the future?"

His words were poised, yet his gaze faltered as he beheld her visage. She was exquisite, a vision that rendered him momentarily breathless. His chest constricted, and an unfamiliar warmth stirred within him. For a fleeting moment, he lingered, captivated by the delicate interplay of her features.

When she averted her eyes, breaking the spell, Sebastian straightened, clearing his throat softly to compose himself.

"My sincerest apologies," he said, his voice laced with a quiet intensity. "Might I have the honor of knowing your name?"