AARON POV
The Alpha Suite was warm and inviting, filled with the soft glow of the fireplace crackling in the corner. It was a cozy contrast to the cold bite of the late winter evening outside. The room smelled faintly of cedarwood and leather, a scent I found oddly calming. It was our sanctuary, a space shared by my brothers and me, designed for us to unwind, strategize, and occasionally argue.
The three of us—Alan, Alek, and I—were spread out in various states of readiness, though none of us looked particularly happy about the night ahead.
I adjusted my black tuxedo jacket for what felt like the hundredth time, eyeing the bow tie that Alek was still struggling to get right. Alan stood by the mirror, running a comb through his dark hair, looking as composed as ever. The matching tuxedos
