ONE NIGHT, ONE RING

ame alone opened doors most could only dream of. Yet, the high expectations that had been placed upon him since childhood weighed heavily on his shoulders, leaving him feeling empty d

e weeks passed, the sameness of his routine began to weigh on him. Each morning, he woke up to the same sleek, sterile apartment. Each day was a cycle of meetings with business partners and strategizing for future ventures. And each evening, he returned to the same empty apartment, the city lights twinkling far below, offering no comfort to his restless heart. His relationships mirrored his work life-transactional, measured, and often devoid of real emotion. Colleagues and acquaintances gravitated toward him for what he could offer them: business deals, introductions to powerful figures, or access to his exclusive social circle. But none of it felt real. Even his romantic relationships were fleeting, built on mutual benefits rather than genuine affection or vulnerability. Beneath the surface, Alexander longed for something deeper. He craved a connection that would allow him to let his guard down-to be seen for who he truly was, not just the polished businessman everyone else saw. He was tired of living behind a facade, of constantly managing perceptions and playing the part of the successful heir to the Knight family legacy. The pressur