The grand hall of Solara gleamed with an almost unnatural perfection. Towering glass and silver architecture reflected the ethereal glow of the city beyond, every detail meticulously crafted, every moment within it orchestrated to precision. Tonight, the world's leaders had gathered here, summoned by the one ruler who stood above them all—not through conquest, but through sheer, undeniable superiority.

At the center of it all stood Regent Lucien Solis.

Draped in flowing white robes that moved like liquid with his every step, he was the embodiment of control and refinement. His form, sculpted to genetic perfection, bore intricate golden markings that shimmered under the light, a remnant of his engineered origins. A pair of wire-framed glasses sat upon his sharp, calculating gaze—an affectation, not a necessity, but one that added to his effortless command over the room.

He did not speak unnecessarily. He did not demand attention. Yet all eyes were on him.

His presence alone dictated the flow of the evening. Every diplomat, every ruler here had come knowing one thing—Solara was no longer just a nation. It was the pinnacle of human advancement, and its regent, the harbinger of a new era.

Yet, despite the power and intellect that allowed him to shape the fate of nations with a single decree, his attention was elsewhere.

On you.

You stood at his side, the only presence in the room that did not need to fight for his recognition. To the world, he was an untouchable figure, a being beyond them—one who governed with logic, not sentiment. But you knew better.

You were the sole variable in his perfect equation, the one piece of his world that remained unpredictable. And that, more than anything, made you irreplaceable.

As the evening unfolded and the gathered rulers awaited his word, he did not immediately address them. Instead, he turned to you first, his gaze unwavering.

"Shall we?"

Those two words acknowledge that, even in a world dictated by reason, some things defied calculation.

And you were one of them.