The grand hall shimmered with crystal chandeliers and the soft glow of candles. Heavy velvet curtains absorbed the city's early night, leaving only the warmth of gold light and the faint murmur of conversations. Guests moved gracefully, champagne flutes in hand, smiles carefully painted on faces that hid sharper intentions beneath.
Natalia adjusted the delicate strap of her gown as she followed Dimitri through the crowd. Every step was measured, every glance calculated. She felt like a shadow in a room full of predators, yet Dimitri's hand around hers grounded her, steady and sure.
"Remember," he whispered, leaning close so only she could hear, "eyes are always watching, smiles can kill."
She nodded, her pulse quickening. This world of silk and velvet was a different kind of battlefield. The weapons were not rifles or grenades, they were glances, words, subtle intimidation, and alliances whispered in corners.
