The prince's footsteps echoed through the hotel's main corridor, his sharp yet gentle gaze sweeping across the entire room.
His handsome face, with its strong jawline and faint smile, radiated an authority that could not be ignored.
The hotel staff immediately bowed their heads in sincere deference. Their uniforms looked immaculate, yet they could not conceal the awe and respect flowing through their every movement.
They were not the only ones. The guests enjoying their meals or relaxing in the lobby suddenly froze, then all lowered their gazes in unison.
Soft whispers spread among them, discussing the arrival of the highly respected prince.
Some stared at him in open admiration, while others held their breath in silence, as though sensing the burden and honor clinging to that figure.
The prince walked with steady confidence, occasionally turning his head and giving a brief nod as a sign of appreciation for the respect he received.
His deep gaze suggested no arrogance, but rather a profound sense of responsibility toward everyone around him.
The atmosphere fell silent, as though time had paused for a moment to give the prince's charismatic power room to fill every corner.
Mayang stood frozen in front of the jinn prince, unable to tear her eyes away from the figure who had come from another world.
He was tall and broad-shouldered, his athletic build making every movement radiate undeniable strength.
His clear, fair skin shimmered softly, contrasting with the dark aura surrounding him.
Mayang did not blink, as though she wanted to preserve every detail of his face in her memory.
Her heart pounded rapidly, a mixture of awe and fear she could not hide.
Silence enveloped them, with only Mayang's admiring gaze filling the space between them.
But it seemed Mayang's gaze had been returned by the prince. His footsteps stopped right in front of her.
The jinn prince moved slowly, every motion filled with an authority that was difficult to ignore. When he stopped directly before Mayang, the air itself seemed to freeze.
His sharp eyes turned toward Mayang, staring with an intensity that made everything around them feel silent.
Mayang, who had initially stood firm, felt her heartbeat quicken, as though an invisible magnet were pulling their gazes together.
Their eyes met, filled with meaning and mystery. The prince furrowed his brow slightly, realizing that something about Mayang was different—a new aura he had never sensed before.
The look in his eyes shifted from curiosity to concealed admiration, while his lips pressed tightly together, holding back the words he wanted to say.
Mayang herself felt a strange mixture of confusion and warmth, as though she had crossed the boundary between the human world and the jinn realm.
A long silence broke apart, yet no words were needed. Their eyes remained locked, keeping secrets that had yet to be revealed and creating an unforgettable moment between the mortal and supernatural worlds.
"Who are you?" he asked softly, barely audible.
Mayang's tongue felt numb, and her lips remained tightly sealed. She suddenly found herself speechless in front of the jinn prince.
Joenathan gripped Mayang's hand tightly. He had noticed the strangeness of the place from the very beginning, and now he was even more certain that this was the Hidden City. The prince's appearance only strengthened his suspicion.