The Group Dinner – Private Room at Élan Noire
POV: Third Person
The private dining room at Élan Noire wasn't listed on the public floor plan — reserved only for the most powerful families. Crystal chandeliers cast a gentle light across marble floors and obsidian walls. It was luxury laced with quiet intimidation.
And tonight, five dangerous names shared a table.
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🪑 At the Table:
Noah Anderson – Supreme Omega, elegant and composed, seated at the center like he owned the room.
Max Royal Enigma – Dominant Alpha, powerful presence at the head of the table, unreadable expression.
Silas Enigma – Dominant Alpha, sharp smile hiding sharper thoughts.
Sam Vincent – Dominant Alpha, arms crossed, tension written into every muscle.
Lucien Miller – Dominant Alpha, polished from the hospital but relaxed in Noah's presence.
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🥂 The Atmosphere
Waiters moved efficiently, pouring wine and water, placing linen napkins with subtle bows of deference.
Lucien (lightly):
"Feels like a political summit, not a date."
Silas Enigma (grinning):
"It is a date. You just forgot we bring knives to ours."
Sam Vincent (cool):
"I didn't forget. That's why I came unarmed — to see who flinches first."
Max Royal Enigma (firmly):
"We're not here to argue."
Noah Anderson (softly):
"No. We're here to be honest."
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🍽️ The Food Arrives
The server team delivered a lineup of refined, custom dishes:
Max Royal Enigma: Roasted duck breast over saffron risotto, finished with a black cherry glaze.
Silas Enigma: Grilled lamb racks with garlic-mint aioli, herbed baby potatoes on the side.
Sam Vincent: Perfectly-seared Wagyu steak with black truffle butter and charred asparagus.
Noah Anderson: Butter-poached lobster tail over a bed of sweet corn purée, dusted with edible gold flakes.
Lucien Miller: Filet mignon rare, with a side of roasted mushrooms and a deep red wine.
They didn't speak at first — the silence stretched long.
Then Noah finally looked at Sam.
Noah (calmly):
"You haven't looked at me once."
Sam Vincent (cold):
"Because I don't want to."
Silas Enigma (half-laughing):
"You're acting like this isn't your mate sitting next to you."
Sam:
"I didn't ask for a mate."
Lucien (quietly, to Noah):
"Should I knock some sense into him, or will you?"
Noah (still watching Sam):
"He'll come around."
Silas sipped his wine slowly, eyes trained on Sam's knuckles, clenched around the edge of the table.
Silas (in thought):
You're hiding something else. And I'm going to drag it into the light, one way or another.
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