The restaurant floated above the city like it belonged to another world.
Glass walls stretched from floor to ceiling, holding back the night but letting the skyline pour in — endless lights, distant traffic, a quiet reminder that life existed far below the polished marble and gold. Inside, everything was controlled. Soft laughter. Crystal glasses. Gentle music that never demanded attention.
Julian Voss sat at the center of it all.
Not because he needed to be seen — but because he always was.
