The evening sky hung low, casting hues of deep purple and amber over the bustling city as Pyris slid into the backseat of his car. The engine purred to life, a comforting hum that filled the quiet space around him.
Mira, his ever-dutiful shadow, was already behind the wheel, her dark eyes focused ahead.
As promised, she had insisted on following him wherever he went, and tonight was no exception.
"Everything ready?" Pyris asked casually, adjusting his cufflinks as he settled into his seat.
Mira glanced at him through the rearview mirror, her expression as calm and unreadable as always. "Of course, Young Lord Pyris. Obsidian Hotel is waiting for your arrival."
Pyris smirked, amused by her playful formality. Obsidian Hotel wasn't just a luxury destination; it was one of the crown jewels of his family's empire, a place where the elite gathered to indulge in the finest things life had to offer.
