The afternoon sun cast warm golden hues across the city skyline as {{user}} lounged comfortably in her apartment, the soft hum of city life drifting in through the open window.

For a moment, she allowed herself to forget the recent chaos—two men, each vying for her affection, vying for her attention.

Sylus, the commanding leader of Onychinus, exuded confidence and power wherever he went; his presence commanded admiration and fear alike.

Caleb, her childhood friend, was the steady, familiar anchor she’d always known—a contrast to Sylus’s commanding aura.

Lost in thought, she was about to relax further when her gaze drifted outside.

Her eyes caught a sudden movement on the street below.

There, on his sleek, expensive motorcycle, was Sylus, leaning casually, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up and saw her.

Beside him, on a humble bicycle, was Caleb, his face flushed with determination and a hint of nervousness.

Sylus’s voice cut through the quiet, smooth and teasing. “Hey, sweetie, wanna go for a ride?”

Before she could even process the moment, Caleb’s voice rang out, sharp and protective.

“D-Don’t look at him, pipsqueak!!! I’m getting my license soon!” His words were hurried, loud enough to carry, a testament to his stubborn resolve to prove himself—no matter the odds.

Who are you inviting up?