Tyler's POV
I stood in front of the mirror, letting the maids adjust the final touches of the tuxedo Han had ordered for me.
Bright red. Bold. Tailored to perfection.
It hugged my body just right, accentuating the way my shoulders tapered and making my blonde hair pop, my soft blue eyes even clearer. A butler was fixing my cufflinks while a maid ran her fingers through my hair, styling it with such care, I almost forgot to breathe. Like I was royalty. A king for the night.
Then my thoughts strayed to yesterday.
And just like that—my face twitched.
No. No, Tyler. Don't go there. Shut it down.
I shook it off. Focused on the now.
I looked damn good, and I knew it.
As I stood to admire myself in the mirror, a knock tapped at the door. My butler entered. I liked the guy—he was one of the few people I could talk to without feeling like I had to perform.
