Taking What's Easily Within Reach and Not Cherishing It

Drake instinctively released his grip, not having a clear view of the person before him. Before he could react, he was suddenly thrown back. He staggered several steps, barely managing to stand upright, and he rubbed his wrist, still aching from the pain. When he lifted his gaze, he was met with the sight of a strikingly handsome face. The man was tall and imposing, radiating a powerful aura that seemed to suffocate the air around him.

Even though he had not spoken a word, merely standing there, the man's presence was commanding and unnerving, his very being radiating a chilling pressure that weighed heavily on the heart, making it hard to breathe.

Upon seeing Tristan, Drake was momentarily stunned, but his face quickly shifted into a smile of flattery and sycophancy. He walked over and extended his hand in greeting. "You must be Mr. Ford, right? It's an honor to meet you."