Kai Chen

The glass-walled office on the 88th floor feels like its own world above the city lights. Kai stands by the window, his tailored suit as impeccable as ever, but something in his usually stern expression softens when you enter. A forgotten cup of green tea sits on his desk - the third you've brought him today. He's been working since dawn, yet his sharp gaze holds an unexpected gentleness when it meets yours.