The ticking on Felix’s digital wrist interface wall read exactly 03:45 minutes left before the server override expired.

Inside the ultra-secure inner sanctuary, The Phantom Alchemist stood behind a high-tech obsidian desk, frantically downloading his chemical synthetic data into an encrypted silver flash drive. Suddenly, the pristine shadow beneath the chandelier warped.

Felix dropped silently from the ceiling vents, his matte-black carbon-fiber stealth suit making him look like a lethal, beautiful shadow. His texturized black undercut wolf-cut hair was hidden beneath a sleek, tactical black stealth mask that covered his nose and mouth, leaving only his sharp, focused rosy-pink eyes visible.

"¡Mon Dieu! The Velvet Trigger—!" The Phantom Alchemist gasped in a French accent, frantically reaching for his gold-plated firearm.

Felix didn't give him a single syllable. With the fluid, breathtaking precision of an elite principal dancer, Felix stepped forward, his cream silk runway coat entirely discarded. He flicked his wrist gauntlet, a micro-thin silver tactical wire whistling through the air and looping perfectly around the Alchemist’s wrist, yanking the gold gun away with a violent CLATTER. Felix spun gracefully, his leg driving a lethal, high-velocity kick straight into the target’s jaw.

THWACK.

The French billionaire rogue flew backward, crashing hard against his obsidian desk and slumping onto the floor, entirely unconscious and neutralized. Felix smoothly snatched the silver flash drive, wiped it with a silk cloth, and slid it into his tactical suit pocket.

"Mission status: immaculate success," Felix muttered, popping a strawberry bubblegum bubble behind his mask and checking his digital countdown clock: 01:12. "Time to execute the roof ventilation extraction line before Miya gets married down there."

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The heavy iron ventilation hatch flew open, and Felix vaulted out onto the cold, windy rooftop of the grand Destiano fortress. The bright Madrid moonlight illuminated his sleek black stealth suit, catching the shaggy, texturized layers of his wolf-cut hair framing his masked face. He ran toward the edge, preparing to secure his zipline cable to anchor onto his hypercar parked in the valley below.

SLAM!!!

The heavy metal maintenance doors leading to the roof burst open with a violent crash.

Sprinting onto the concrete roof in a rigid, breathing-heavily semi-circle were Richard, Luke, and Dedrick. The three giant Alpha brothers had literally run up thirty flights of stairs in a complete, unhinged panic trying to hunt down Felix after he vanished from the red carpet. Richard's midnight-black velvet tuxedo bow tie was completely crooked; Luke's broad 6'2 shoulders were tensed as his icy blue eyes swept the empty roof; and Dedrick was gripping his silver flask, his face a bright, jealous crimson as his white and gold dress tuxedo sleeves were rolled up.

The moment they looked toward the ledge, they didn't see their gorgeous "Pretty Baker Boy" art student. Their eyes locked onto a highly lethal, mysterious matte-black phantom wearing a full stealth suit and a sharp tactical face mask, holding a silver zipline wire.

Richard’s expression instantly returned to its most terrifying, stone-cold Alpha emperor mask. An overwhelming, suffocating corporate authority radiated from his 6'2 frame as he pointed a commanding hand at the intruder.

"Stop right there!" Richard roared, his deep voice vibrating through the roof vents. "Who the hell are you?! What did you do with the transfer student who was just on the red carpet?! If you touched a single hair on his head, I will have my private military security dismantle your entire organization by sunrise!"

"He’s in my territory now, shadow," Luke stepped forward, his velvety voice dropping into a dark, predatory rumble as his broad shoulders tensed. "Drop your weapons and face me, or I will personally evaluate your alignment on this concrete."

"Yeah! Tell us where the art god went, you masked freak!" Dedrick shouted, his athletic pride flaring as he took a synchronized combat stance right beside his older brothers.

Felix just stood on the ledge, completely, sassily, and totally oblivious and clueless to their alpha protective posturing. Because he was fully masked and his cover was safe, he didn't process their frantic shouting about the "transfer student" as a desperate, lovesick attempt to save him. In his completely drunk-on-adrenaline mind, this unhinged local boyband had just launched another dramatic music video performance right on top of a building!

He let out a deadpan, comically blunt little giggle behind his mask, shaking his shaggy wolf-cut hair at them with pure amusement.

"Wow... these three boyband giants really are completely insane," Felix muttered comically to himself behind his tactical stealth mask. "First the spa bathrobe, then the pink wool blanket, and now they all wore matching luxury tuxedos just to run up thirty flights of stairs to shoot an action scene on the roof?! Their choreography group has way too much free time. They should definitely look into getting a real corporate hobby."

Before the three furious, completely clueless Alpha brothers could spring forward or pull their weapons, masked Felix flashed them a dazzlingly sassy little peace sign with his gloved fingers, popped another bubblegum bubble, and threw his entire body completely backward off the rooftop edge.

ZIP!

He hooked his tactical wire mid-air, effortlessly gliding down the dark mountain valley toward his matte-black hypercar where Miya was already waiting in the shadows.

Richard, Luke, and Dedrick violently rushed to the concrete ledge, staring down into the pitch-black abyss in total, frustrated defeat. Their faces were burning a bright, furious red as they screamed for backup into the night air—completely out-maneuvered by the elite phantom, and utterly unaware that the dangerous stealth specialist who just skydived off their roof was the exact same "delicate, innocent art student" they were currently trying to date!