Luxoria—
Luxoria rose like a dream carved from glass and light—a sprawling metropolis where the future was stitched into every street and skyline. Towering skyscrapers shimmered with iridescent panels that shifted colors like liquid crystals, reflecting the city's pulse. Hovercars zipped silently through layered skyways, weaving between floating gardens suspended on translucent platforms.
The air was thick with electric hums—the soft chatter of drones darting like metallic fireflies, monitoring, delivering, protecting. Below, glass roads glowed faintly, alive with kinetic energy that pulsed beneath the feet of pedestrians. Neon signs cascaded in a waterfall of colors, blending holographic ads with real-time news and ambient art installations.
Yet amid the ultramodern tech, nature had not been forgotten. Starry parks dotted the cityscape—quiet oases where cherry blossoms bloomed beneath artificial moons, their soft petals drifting in carefully controlled breezes. Crystal-clear beaches lined the outer districts, their waves lapping gently against shores illuminated by bioluminescent sands.
Every corner of Luxoria was a symphony of light and shadow, order and chaos—a place where technology kissed the sky, but the human heart still beat fiercely beneath.
Lysander Empire —
Amid Luxoria's shimmering skyline, one name reigned supreme: Royalty Lysander Neville, the visionary behind Lysander Apex Industries. His corporation was the heart of innovation—a powerhouse shaping the city's future through cutting-edge technology, biotech, and AI development.
From towering labs to sleek headquarters, Lysander Apex Industries was more than a business; it was a symbol of control and ambition. Royalty, its CEO, was a man of calculated precision—cool, commanding, and enigmatic. His presence alone could bend boardrooms and markets alike.
At the pinnacle of his obsidian tower, Royalty surveyed the city he helped build, every neon light and digital pulse a testament to his influence. But behind the corporate mask was something far more complex—a rare power, a secret that set him apart in a city obsessed with perfection.
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The floor-to-ceiling windows of Royalty's office revealed a breathtaking view of Luxoria's neon-lit skyline, a tapestry of endless light and motion. Inside, the space was minimalist—sleek black surfaces, glass panels glowing faintly with data streams, and a single, imposing desk carved from dark obsidian.
Royalty Lysander Neville stood behind it, dressed impeccably in a tailored midnight-blue suit that hugged his lean frame perfectly. The sharp cut emphasized his authority without need for words. On his face rested thin, silver-rimmed eyeglasses, their lenses reflecting the soft glow of holographic displays hovering in mid-air.
His dark hair was neatly combed back, a few strands defying the order, hinting at the restless mind beneath the calm exterior. Fingers steepled, he studied the digital reports scrolling before him, every detail sharp in his piercing gaze. Calm, composed, but every inch a man who commanded worlds—not just companies.
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As sunlight filtered through the smart-tinted glass, Royalty scrolled through projected reports midair, fingers flicking across glowing graphs and market spikes. Numbers bowed to him — but today, something felt off.
A pulse blinked red on his desk interface. Encrypted call.
"Answer," he said calmly.
Amaya's image sharpened into view. Immaculate, as always. "Sir, there's been a breach in the Yukari deal. Their legal team just pulled out last minute. They claim Apex manipulated forecasts."
Royalty's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. "That's absurd. They forged their own numbers. Are they playing victim now?"
"Yes, and they've gone public with it. It's trending."
He stood, smooth and precise. The city stretched behind him, glittering — unaware.
"Schedule a press statement. I want full logs of their internal transactions by the hour. If they want war, we'll give them silence first… then collapse."
"Yes, Mr. Neville."
"Oh, and Amaya?"
"Yes, sir?"
"Send Yukari's chairman a gift basket. Poisoned with kindness."
A smirk tugged at his lips as the call ended.
The Apex Board would panic. Investors would chatter.
But Royalty? He thrived in the eye of the storm.
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