Siblings Arrival

A soft snap! echoed through the modern bedroom. Instantly, the warm rush of water cascaded down Adams' skin, the steam swirling around him as he freshened up. His hair, damp and slightly tousled, dried itself as he stepped out of the bathroom. Another flick of his fingers, and his clothes—sleek black slacks and a fitted dark blue shirt—shifted onto him, perfectly ironed as if he'd just picked them up from the dry cleaner.

With a quiet exhale, he walked out of his room and into the open-concept living space of the penthouse suite. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline stretching far beyond. The city never slept, and even now, its pulse was felt—distant sirens, the occasional honk, the low hum of life moving forward.