Just a bite

The grand marble pillars loomed over the wide foyer, casting elongated shadows as the sun filtered through the crystal chandeliers. To most people, this mansion would be a paradise, a symbol of ultimate success. But to Nathaniel Cole, it was nothing more than a gilded cage.

Dressed in a crisp black suit tailored to perfection, Nathaniel glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and piercing blue eyes resembled those of a man born to inherit an empire. But underneath that poised exterior lay a restless soul, one tired of the pretentiousness that wealth often attracted.

He straightened his tie with an air of reluctance. Today was yet another family affair-one of those exhausting meetings where his parents paraded their success in front of other affluent families. The Cole family had built their empire from the ground up, transforming S.A.T.F.A.R. into a global force in scientific research and technological innovation. The world saw Nathaniel as the brilliant young heir, but in his heart, he despised the hollow nature of his wealth.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Nathan, darling, the guests have started arriving," his mother, Evelyn Cole, called from the other side. Her voice was sweet, but Nathaniel knew that under that gentle tone was a sharp woman who valued status above all else.

Nathaniel took a deep breath and opened the door. Evelyn stood there in a long, shimmering gown, the very picture of elegance. Her eyes scanned her son, appraising his attire with the precision of a hawk.

"You look perfect," she smiled, but there was something cold about it. "Now remember, the Lockwoods are here, and their daughter Emily-she's an excellent match."

Nathaniel's stomach churned at the suggestion. He'd met Emily Lockwood before, and though she was perfectly polite, there was no spark, no genuine connection. She was just another rich girl, groomed for this life of privilege and power, oblivious to the real world outside their elite circles.

"I'll be down in a minute," Nathaniel replied, keeping his tone neutral.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow but nodded, satisfied that he would comply. She turned and glided down the stairs, her high heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

Nathaniel shut the door behind her and exhaled deeply. He glanced out the window, his eyes drawn to the cityscape beyond the mansion walls. Down there, somewhere in the streets, life moved differently. People struggled, laughed, cried, and lived-not just survived behind golden gates.

As much as Nathaniel hated these gatherings, he knew his role. For now, he had to play the part of the billionaire heir, the face of S.A.T.F.A.R. But later, under the cover of night, he would slip away like he always did, blending into a world that was raw and real.

He turned and walked down the grand staircase, the hum of chatter and laughter growing louder as he neared the ballroom. He could see his father, Edward Cole, in the center of the room, shaking hands and making deals, always in control, always the businessman. Edward caught Nathaniel's eye and gave him a nod of approval. Nathaniel returned the nod, but his heart wasn't in it.