"Hah. So much to do in order to perfectly integrate into my new position," Nick sighed in tiredness.
He leaned back in the high-backed chair of his newly claimed office, the vast chamber overlooking the glittering expanse of Aiz's central districts. Holographic displays floated around him like obedient constellations, each one scrolling with endless reports, requisitions, and security briefings. The soft violet light filtering through the panoramic windows painted his features in cool tones, accentuating the subtle scales along his jaw and the faint weariness tugging at the corners of his eyes. Already, the thrill of conquest had dulled into the monotonous grind of governance.
"Quite the pretty face you have despite being tired," a soft, enchanting voice reached the ears of Nick.
The words drifted through the air like silk brushing skin—low, melodic, carrying an undercurrent of amusement and unmistakable power. Nick turned his head toward the window pane of his office.
