The night sky over the Azure Archipelagos was a breathtaking canvas of deep, uninterrupted indigo. The air was perfectly still, carrying the heavy, sweet fragrance of blooming jasmine and the crisp, salty tang of the pristine ocean. Far removed from the suffocating smog and towering steel monoliths of Green City, the secluded private villa at the Azure Pearl resort felt like an entirely different universe. It was a flawless, terrestrial sanctuary built exclusively for peace.
Boss Solis stood near the edge of the sprawling wooden terrace. He was dressed loosely in a dark silk shirt, completely unbuttoned at the collar, projecting a rare state of absolute, unguarded relaxation. He looked out over the endless expanse of the dark water, his brilliant silver-grey eyes completely devoid of the calculating, ruthless edge that normally defined the King of the Underworld.
