Celina looked at him with a laugh, her heart still pounding. She was nervous about what was coming—the company, the challenges ahead—but in his arms, everything felt bearable.

The elevator chimed, signaling that they were just seconds away from their floor. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, gave a quick tug on his blazer, and glanced at her with a half-smile.

“Ready?”

Celina took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair, and said,

“With you… always.”

The elevator doors opened slowly with a soft sound, revealing Thor and Celina standing side by side. He walked with his usual firm, commanding posture, but there was something different about his expression—a shine in his eyes, a quiet pride in having Celina by his side. She, on the other hand, walked with confidence despite the butterflies in her stomach. She wore an elegant, discreet, yet charming outfit, her hair loose, and her subtle perfume lingered in the air around them.

The stares began the moment they stepped into the m