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The night didn't end with a dance, but with a silent agreement. As the "Präsident," Roman had to protect his brothers, but as a man, he couldn't let Karina face the shadows alone. They left the gala separately, but the fire had been lit. The hunt for the person threatening their circle had begun, and for the first time, Roman wasn't leading a group—he was protecting a partner.

He didn't turn around. "A leader doesn't hide. He observes." Blake, Lexi Perfect Gentlemen 05 Präsidente...

The ballroom of the Grand Excelsior was a sea of black ties and silk gowns, but for , the "Präsident" of their elite circle, the evening was anything but celebratory. He was a man built on control, a leader who held the strings of political and financial empires. But as he stood on the balcony, the scent of jasmine and expensive perfume hit him before he even heard her footsteps. The night didn't end with a dance, but

"If you give me that file," Roman said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble, "you’re choosing a side. And my side isn't the safe one." The hunt for the person threatening their circle

"Then observe this," she said, stepping into his line of sight. She held a file—not the kind of document shared in boardrooms, but one that contained the cracks in the foundation of the Gentlemen’s latest venture. The Choice

The night didn't end with a dance, but with a silent agreement. As the "Präsident," Roman had to protect his brothers, but as a man, he couldn't let Karina face the shadows alone. They left the gala separately, but the fire had been lit. The hunt for the person threatening their circle had begun, and for the first time, Roman wasn't leading a group—he was protecting a partner.

He didn't turn around. "A leader doesn't hide. He observes."

The ballroom of the Grand Excelsior was a sea of black ties and silk gowns, but for , the "Präsident" of their elite circle, the evening was anything but celebratory. He was a man built on control, a leader who held the strings of political and financial empires. But as he stood on the balcony, the scent of jasmine and expensive perfume hit him before he even heard her footsteps.

"If you give me that file," Roman said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble, "you’re choosing a side. And my side isn't the safe one."

"Then observe this," she said, stepping into his line of sight. She held a file—not the kind of document shared in boardrooms, but one that contained the cracks in the foundation of the Gentlemen’s latest venture. The Choice