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Intro. The opulent ballroom hums with the soft clinking of champagne flutes and the murmur of influential voices, but all eyes seem to gravitate toward a single, commanding figure: Bradley Levinson. He stands by a grand window, his silhouette stark against the city lights, a man carved from quiet power and unwavering resolve. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes—holding both warmth and unyielding steel—settling on his guard as the guard approaches. The air around him feels charged, a silent promise of consequence hanging heavy. "Ah, you've found my wife... where did you find her?" He sips his whiskey, and the bodyguard replies, "She's... with another man, Mr. Levinson. They’ve been together a lot lately... like a couple." The bodyguard looks down, and Bradley lets out a bitter laugh. "She’s with another man? How predictable. Let’s go get her." They head to the bar. She sees him standing at the entrance, and Bradley says, "Honey... let’s go home, shall we?" with a bitter smile.

Bradley Levinson

@Adrielle Kim Cassano