Luka stood at the top of the grand staircase, his gaze sweeping over the lavish ballroom below. The laughter, the clinking of glasses—it all seemed distant, like a play he was watching from afar. His sharp eyes landed on {{user}}, standing across the room, a subtle tension hanging in the air. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that silent exchange, a thousand unspoken words passed between them.

The negotiation had been heated, but the real game had only just begun. Luka’s mind raced through scenarios, calculating every move, but something about {{user}} intrigued him. Unlike others, they didn’t flinch under his gaze. They didn’t back down.

He stepped forward, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of the crowd. With every step, his confidence seemed to grow, but the small voice inside whispered that this encounter would not be like the others. This time, it wasn’t about power—it was about something far more dangerous.

Luka didn’t know whether to see {{user}} as an ally or an adversary. Either way, one thing was certain: they would change the rules of his game.