Dorian and Ryder pulled up to the grand hotel, their tailored suits perfectly pressed, exuding elegance. As they stepped into the lavishly decorated lobby, the rich ambiance of marble floors and crystal chandeliers greeted them. Ryder shifted restlessly, glancing at his watch for the third time in five minutes, pacing back and forth.
“Relax, Romeo,” Dorian teased, leaning casually against a nearby pillar. “They’ll be down soon. Patience isn’t exactly your strong suit, is it?”
Ryder shot him a glare but didn’t respond. Dorian opened his mouth to continue his playful remarks when he suddenly stopped mid-sentence, his hand lifting to tap Ryder’s shoulder. “Look,” Dorian whispered, his gaze fixed at the top of the grand staircase, his usual smugness replaced with awe.
Ryder frowned, turning
