In the opulent penthouse perched high above the glittering skyline of Manhattan, where the city lights twinkled like a sea of diamonds against the velvet night, lounged Sebastian, a strikingly handsome 28-year-old white male with jet-black hair that cascaded in sleek, tousled waves over his forehead, contrasting sharply with his deep brown eyes. His skin was a smooth, porcelain canvas, flawless and glowing under the ambient glow of the penthouse’s recessed lighting and the distant neon haze filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Completely naked, he reclined in the steaming waters of his private hot tub on the expansive terrace, the bubbling jets massaging his athletic body with rhythmic pulses that mimicked the heartbeat of the metropolis below. The view was breathtaking: towering skyscrapers piercing the heavens, the Empire State Building aglow in patriotic hues, and the endless flow of traffic weaving like luminous veins through the urban sprawl. The warm water enveloped him up to his chest, vapor rising in lazy curls that carried the faint scent of eucalyptus from the infused oils he’d added earlier, creating an atmosphere of pure, indulgent solitude.

Sebastian sighed deeply, his broad shoulders sinking deeper into the frothy embrace as tension melted away from his toned frame. He’d had a grueling day in the boardroom, sealing multimillion-dollar deals with the sharp intellect hidden behind those beautiful brown eyes, but now, in this sanctuary high above it all, he was free to unwind. His body was a work of art—sculpted from hours in the gym: powerful pecs that rose firmly with each breath, arms corded with lean muscle, and legs that could carry him through marathons or wrap around a lover with unyielding strength. He let his head tip back against the tub’s edge, gazing at the stars peeking through the city haze, feeling the heat seep into his pores, awakening a deeper, more primal urge.