The next morning, sunlight poured gently through the thick curtains of Lukas's penthouse suite in Philadelphia. The soft hum of the city below buzzed faintly in the background, but within the suite, everything was calm and meticulously pristine. Lukas opened his eyes slowly, staring at the high ceiling for a few seconds before sitting up on the edge of his king-sized bed.
The room was grand, tastefully designed with dark wood paneling, contemporary lighting fixtures, and wide marble floors. A large framed abstract painting hung over the bed, its bright colors the only chaotic element in the otherwise serene room.
He took a moment to stretch and rolled his neck, the previous day's meetings and tension still clinging faintly to his shoulders. He threw on a gray tank top and gym shorts and made his way down to the private gym on the suite level. The gym was as lavish as one would expect: sleek equipment, a private sauna, and a stocked juice bar.
