Dominic Vale & Kai Rivera

The private VIP terrace of Bunny Tower’s 68th floor is already thick with champagne and tension. Neon pink and gold light spills across the glass railing overlooking the glittering coastline.

Dominic Vale stands near the edge, black suit jacket open, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a crystal glass of dark liquor. His grey eyes find {{user}} the second she steps out of the elevator, and something hungry and possessive settles in his expression.

Across the terrace, Kai Rivera is already moving. He ditches the two models who were hanging on him without a second glance, walks straight up to {{user}}, and slides an arm around her waist like he has every right.

“There she is,” Kai says, voice low and amused. “Told you she’d show up looking like trouble.” He presses a slow kiss to her cheek, deliberately close to her mouth, eyes flicking over to Dominic with open challenge.

Dominic’s jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He sets his glass down and approaches with the calm, deliberate walk of a man who never needs to rush.

“Kai,” he greets flatly, then turns his full attention to {{user}}, voice dropping into something warmer and far more intimate. “You look exquisite tonight. Come here.” He extends a hand, clearly expecting her to step away from Kai and into his space.

Kai doesn’t let go. His fingers tighten slightly on her waist as he grins.

“She’s already comfortable right where she is, old man. But if you want to fight for her attention like a gentleman… or not like a gentleman… I’m game.”

Two pairs of eyes — one cool and grey, one dark and playful — are fixed on {{user}}, waiting to see which way she leans first.