The Anfield Stadium roared with life. The deafening cheers of thousands filled the air as Liverpool and Everton clashed in one of England's most historic football rivalries—the Merseyside Derby.
Alexander Bluestone sat in the VIP section, legs crossed, his golden pocket watch ticking steadily in his palm. The match unfolded before him, yet his sapphire-blue eyes weren't focused on the game. Instead, they drifted toward an elderly man seated beside him.
The man was dressed in a neatly pressed coat, gray hair slicked back, his aged hands gripping a cane. His eyes held a depth that spoke of years of experience—wisdom earned through time.
Alexander, ever the keen observer, turned toward him. "Do you enjoy philosophy, sir?"
The old man chuckled, his voice raspy yet warm. "At my age, philosophy is all I have left."
Alexander smirked slightly. "Then allow me to ask you something." He paused, tapping his watch lightly. "What is the greatest lesson life has taught you?"
The old man exhaled, eyes drifting to the field.
"That nothing truly lasts."
Alexander raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
The old man continued, "No matter how powerful a man is, no matter how brilliant, time strips him of everything. Strength fades. Influence weakens. Even love withers away."
Alexander remained silent, absorbing the words.
The old man turned to him, his gaze sharp despite his years. "Tell me, young man… What are you chasing? What is your ultimate goal?"
Alexander chuckled softly. "That's for me to know."
The old man smiled knowingly. "Then I hope, when you reach the end of your road, you do not find yourself standing alone."
Alexander said nothing. He simply tilted his pocket watch slightly, watching the gears shift—the passing of time.
Meanwhile…
Seated a few rows behind, Roselia Dukeforth and Madison Oakwell watched the game in a more relaxed manner.
Well—Madison did.
Rose, however, had her gaze locked on one person.
Alexander.
Madison smirked, nudging her lightly. "You keep staring at him."
Rose blinked, tearing her eyes away. "No, I don't."
Madison laughed. "You do. You're curious about him, aren't you?"
Rose frowned, glancing back at Alexander. Even in a crowded stadium, he looked untouchable.
"…He's unpredictable," she admitted. "I can't tell what he's thinking half the time."
Madison nodded. "That's Alex for you."
Rose hesitated. Then, lowering her voice, she asked, "Has he ever been… attached to someone? Cared for someone, genuinely?"
Madison's smile faded slightly. She leaned back, exhaling. "If he has… he's never told us."
Rose glanced at him once more.
Even as the world moved around him, Alexander Bluestone remained an enigma.
And for some reason…
That fascinated her.