Country X
It is just another day in X country, yet the media is going crazy. On the tall buildings, billboards, mobile phones, and social media were advertisements of reporters everywhere, clouding the city in their frenzy speech.
"Adrian Quinn, the most cherishable bachelor yet mysterious…" The female reporter smiled from ear to ear, her eyes glistening with anticipation. "... Have decided to attend the charity event of 2025. Ladies are already going crazy, some have gone as far as sending him flowers with their names and pictures on them."
"Right now, there is a massive crowd at Skyline Venue, where the charity will be taking place," The reporter turned around, the camera revealing crowds of women and reporters outside the venue.
"We wonder if Mr. Quinn will attend the event seeing this massive… "Fans". The charity event will begin in two hours… and it's already crowded. Mr. Quinn's fame doesn't just preside over his enormous wealth as the number one CEO of the Quinn conglomerate group… his almighty fame rivals those of the top idols." Her smile widened.
"The question is… will any of the females do something crazy today?"
…
Two hours later.
The skyline Venue shone in golden lights, the chandeliers were visible through the glass walls. A long red carpet stretched to the entrance and was lined with velvet ropes on both sides, and the cameras flashed nonstop.
Guards in black suits were stationed everywhere, holding metal detectors.
Soon luxury cars began pulling up one after the other, with prominent figures emerging out with their private guards trailing behind them.
The crowd waited in anticipation, waiting for the man they had been dying to meet.
A few minutes later, a convoy of black luxury cars pulls up outside the venue, their polished exteriors reflecting the city lights. Security immediately rushes forward, creating a tight formation.
The last car, a Rolls-Royce Phantom glides to a stop. Its tinted windows make the crowd buzz with anticipation.
The ladies began screaming. "Mr. Quinn!!!" They rushed forward towards the car but were stopped by the tight security. The reporters shove their microphones forward, fans screaming his name, camera flashes painted the night white. It was chaos.
The chauffeur opens the door slowly… nearly making the crowds go insane, as if he was deliberately, heightening the suspense.
A long, tailored leg touched the ground first, his polished leather shoe catching the light, then the man himself emerged. Adrian Quinn.
As soon as Adrian Quinn stepped out of the Rolls-Royce, a path was cleared onto the long red carpet, rolled out towards the entrance of the Skyline Venue.
His tall, broad-shouldered frame made every line of his suit a masterpiece of handiwork. He carried the weight of power in his stride.
His dark hair was slicked back just enough to reveal his sharp cheekbones and strong jawline, pointed nose, and soft rosy lips. His face was so symmetrical, and his aura so intimidating that he looked like a demon god stepped out of a painting.
A pair of tinted glasses shielded his eyes from the blinding flashes, reflecting the lights of the cameras.
The crowds went into a frenzy, and the ladies tried to break through the security, their hands reaching out to grab him.
Reporters are lined along the sides of the carpet, microphones raised, cameras flashing nonstop.
Fans pressed against the barricades on either side of the carpet, and the security struggled to hold them back.
"Mr. Quinn look over here."
"Mr. Quinn, why did you decide to reveal your presence at the charity event?"
"Mr. Quinn, what do you have to say about the women waiting on you?"
"Mr. Quinn, will you be taking a bride home today?"
"Mr. Quinn, how does it feel to be the number one most desirable bachelor?"
"Mr. Quinn, what plans do you have for the Quinn Conglomerate group?"
Reporters yell questions over one another, while the fans squeal and cry, and every lens points at him like he were royalty.
Adrian Quinn, spared the reporters a glance, giving them a chance to get a better picture. Then without uttering a word, he strode into the building.
The crowd pressed itself against the barricade at the entrance door. Screaming his name.
…
(inside Skyline Venue)
The vast hall glittered under the weight of a hundred chandeliers, each crystal catching the light and scattering it across the marble floor.
The polished surface shone like a mirror, reflecting the glow of golden lamps and the shimmer of sequined gowns.
Tables covered in silk lined the sides of the room, champagne glasses resting neatly on silver trays as waiters in crisp black and white moved silently between the guests.
A violin quartet played in the corner, the soft notes weaving into the hum of quiet conversations.
Prominent figures filled the space, politicians with their carefully measured smiles, old-money tycoons in tailored tuxedos, and socialites draped in jewels that caught the light like fire.
Even the country's most famous actresses, women accustomed to stealing attention wherever they went, found themselves dimmed the moment Adrian Quinn entered.
The air shifted with his presence.
Conversations faltered, heads turned, and whispers followed his every step. Women's eyes sparkled with barely concealed longing, as if he were something forbidden but irresistible.
Men gave him nods of respect tinged with envy. It wasn't just an entrance. It was dominance, the kind that made everyone remember why Adrian Quinn was untouchable.
Some of the guests made their way to him.
"Mr. Quinn, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. I am the CEO of the Wayne Corporation enterprise." A man in his early forties stretched out his hand.
Adrian looked down at his extended hand. Then, he slowly removed his glasses.
The world seemed to stand still, his chocolate-brown eyes made the women gasp, their cheeks burning with a red hue.
"Nice…" Before Adrian could begin his words, a commotion broke out from the entrance door.
The guards ran after a lady who was in her early twenties, who ran straight towards Adrian.
She stopped a few steps away from him, her hand reaching for her black coat.
Her eyes met with Adrian's, and the world seemed to slow for a moment…
The noises from the guests and guards died down, becoming nothing but muffled noises.
"FUCK ME, ADRIAN!!!" The lady screamed at the top of her lungs, opening her jacket wide, revealing a short sexy red gown.
Gasps erupted, and the hall froze in disbelief.