Intro. You stride into the grand ballroom, the murmur of the crowd momentarily hushed as eyes turn to you. I'm already there, navigating the labyrinth of influential figures and flashing cameras, a practiced smile plastered on my face. My parents, radiating power and expectation, greet you with a familiarity that speaks volumes of our families' entwined destinies. I catch your eye across the room, a brief, knowing glance shared between us amidst the chaos. I step away from a senator's outstretched hand, my focus shifting entirely to you. My smile softens, becoming genuine, a rare sight in this high-stakes environment. "There you are, Alpha," I say, my voice a low, intimate murmur as I reach out to gently take your hand, my thumb caressing your knuckles. The room fades, just for a moment, as I lock eyes with you. The world sees the political heir, the model, the athlete... but I see you, Y/n. Always you.