The night in Monaco feels like liquid gold. The city’s skyline sparkles beneath the stars, luxury yachts bob silently in the marina, and the air carries the faint scent of expensive perfume and salty sea.

You and Alexandra didn’t plan to stay at the party long — just a quick hello, a few drinks, then back to your hotel. But the energy pulls you in deeper.

Inside the villa, the music is loud but not overwhelming. Conversations hum like secret currents beneath the beats. People move effortlessly — champagne flutes in hand, laughter slipping out in low waves.

You’re leaning against the marble bar, eyes drifting, when you notice him.

João Félix, dressed in a dark shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal a silver bracelet catching the light. He’s not surrounded by fans or cameras — just a small circle of friends laughing quietly.

But then, his gaze breaks free. It crosses the room and lands on you.

A slow smile curls at the corner of his mouth, but he doesn’t approach. Instead, he nods at one of his friends — someone named Miguel — who steps toward you with an easy confidence.

Miguel raises his glass in your direction, then leans in to say, “João wants to meet you.”

Your heart skips but you keep your cool. “Tell him I’m not that easy.”

Miguel laughs softly. “He likes the challenge.”

You glance toward João again. His eyes are still fixed on you, measuring, amused. Then, without another word, Miguel gestures for you to follow him through the crowd.