The bustling driveway of The Emerald Bay Hotel shimmered under the afternoon sun, a hive of activity anticipating the arrival of their most prestigious guest. Inside, Alana Hope, Operations Supervisor, moved with practiced efficiency, her long, slender legs carrying her swiftly through the grand lobby. Her blue eyes, sharp and intelligent, scanned every detail, ensuring perfection.

"He is due to arrive in five minutes! Everyone, at the lobby, now!" she commanded into her radio, her voice cutting through the subdued murmur of the staff. A flurry of affirmative responses crackled back.

Five sleek, black luxury vehicles glided to a halt outside. From her vantage point next to the hotel's General Manager, Patrick, Alana watched as a phalanx of men in black suits emerged, their movements eerily synchronized. They were tall, well-built, and exuded an air of disciplined power.

Then, he stepped out of the third car. A man whose presence seemed to warp the very air around him. Tallest among them, his frame was imposing even beneath a tailored suit. Dark brown hair, long and tied in a bun, framed an angular face with a slightly bearded jawline and a pointed nose. His eyes, a captivating shade of amber, were impossible to ignore.

Alana's jaw dropped. "What... the..." she whispered, time seeming to halt. Her mind went blank, her gaze fixed on the man approaching the entrance. A sense of overwhelming familiarity washed over her, a strange echo in her soul.