Kapitel 3: 3. The Ethernal Beauty And The Majestic Man
At that very moment, a lady in red entered the room, her presence both ethereal and breathtakingly elegant. Her hair, styled in a stunning updo, perfectly framed her face. A sleek necklace adorned her neck, a single diamond taking center stage and sparkling like a captured star. Matching earrings cascaded from her lobes, their brilliance complemented by the silver stilettos that clicked softly as she walked. The entire ensemble exuded a quiet confidence that spoke volumes about the woman who wore it.
A wave of attention washed over her, a tide of gazes that seemed to solidify as every eye in the crowd found hers. Whether it was intentional or simply an unconscious reaction to her undeniable presence, the effect was the same. Even with her efforts to blend in, to keep a low profile, there was a certain charm that radiated from her, impossible to completely suppress. It was like a beacon in the sea of faces, drawing them in despite her attempts to disappear.
In the background, hushed whispers erupted like popcorn kernels on a hot stove.
["Who is she?" ]
["No idea," ]
["but she's definitely turning heads."]
["Dude, did you see that woman? Like, an actual goddess just walked in here!"]
["Calm down, Romeo. You'll spill your drink."]
["Just saying, if my heart could beat any faster, it would be skipping a rhythm right now.]
The lady, a picture of cool detachment from the world around her, glided towards a shadowed corner. Her sleeveless dress revealed a chunky, understated watch on her wrist – more a functional tool than a flashy accessory. Her eyes, a cool gray that held secrets behind their aloofness, scanned the room with practiced efficiency.
They weren't looking for connection, but for solitude – an empty space where no curious glances would fall. Satisfied, she reached a hand up, her fingers brushing against a glittering diamond earring. It wasn't just for show; with a practiced flick of her thumb, a hidden compartment clicked open, revealing a tiny earpiece nestled discreetly behind her ear.
A voice, light and feminine, like honey dripping over silk, filled her head. It was barely a whisper, yet it held a quiet urgency that seemed to spark something sharp in the woman's cool, composed demeanor.
The voice, laced with concern informed through the earpiece. "Security has increased, be careful, Little Darling."
Across the line, Aurora, the very picture of nonchalance, simply smirked. Her eyes, however, darted around the opulent lobby, feigning disinterest. "Don't worry," she replied, her voice a smooth murmur.
Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, Rebecca sat hunched over a computer in a dimly lit hotel room. Sighing, she chuckled softly.
"There are only three minutes for you to steal the Serpent's Eye," she informed Aurora, her voice a steady stream of information. "The security alarms and cameras will activate after that. You'll be on your own with the laser system."
At the same time, across the grand hall, a low murmur rippled through the crowd, quickly escalating into a flurry of hushed whispers. Heads turned as several imposing bodyguards, clad in sharp black suits, strode purposefully into the lobby. They took up strategic positions, their gazes scanning the room with practiced efficiency.
Following them, a man entered who commanded immediate attention. He was dressed in a tailored suit, a crisp black shirt peeking out from beneath, the top two buttons undone in a gesture that hinted at both power and a touch of relaxed confidence. His very presence exuded an air of intimidation and undeniable majesty. All eyes were drawn to him, captivated by the man's face. This, to the gasps of recognition from some and wide-eyed awe from others, was none other than Master Adrian Blackwood. Behind him trailed two more men, their expressions as stoic and watchful as their leader's.
Flanking Master Blackwood on his left was Charles, his personal assistant. A stark contrast to the imposing bodyguards, Charles possessed a scholarly air. His sharp eyes, often peering over half-moon spectacles, hinted at a keen intellect. He was the face Adrian presented to the public, meticulously maintaining his master's image and presence. As familiar as Adrian was to the elite circles they moved in, Charles was the ever-present constant, known to all.
On the other side, a man named Viktor stood in stark contrast. Though undeniably handsome in a rugged way, his broad frame and hardened features spoke of a life less concerned with social graces. A hint of a scar peeked from beneath the collar of his shirt, a silent testament to past encounters. Unlike Charles Thorne, Viktor Cain operated in the shadows, handling the discreet and often underhanded matters that came with Adrian's power. His presence was a carefully guarded secret, known only to a select few.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein