In the early morning, in a super mansion in downtown New York, a gentle ray of sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the room, illuminating the high-end bedding embroidered with gold threads on the bed—a bed large enough to accommodate a football team. The pristine white duvet was neatly folded into a hotel-style triangle, as if the spot just disturbed by dreams had instantly returned to tidiness.
Dominic on the bed stretched lazily, slowly opened his eyes, and admired the luxurious decorations around him. Gentle music immediately played from the bedside, and the robot butler Alfred was already standing by.
"Good morning, Master," Alfred's voice was gentle with a hint of steadiness. "Your breakfast is ready. Today's menu is Mediterranean white truffle eggs with French crepes, natural Alpine honey, and freshly squeezed juice."
"Excellent!" Dominic sat up with satisfaction, shook his smooth hair, hummed a tune, put on a silk robe hand-stitched by a famous Italian craftsman, and strolled leisurely towards the dining room. On the exquisite long dining table, silver cutlery gleamed with a soft luster, and various rare delicacies were laid out one by one. Alfred had also thoughtfully placed a small LCD tablet displaying the day's news, stock market trends, and major entertainment programs.
"Alfred, this is why I commissioned Tony to make you. Even a small robot can cater to my taste so well." Dominic nodded with satisfaction while biting into the golden crepe. Alfred bowed slightly: "It is my honor to serve you, Mr."
After breakfast, the utterly delighted Dominic strolled slowly towards his private gym, preparing to start his daily training. Inside the private gym, various high-tech equipment was neatly arranged, including a triple gravity simulator, virtual reality combat training pods, etc. Of course, he had 'asked' Tony Stark himself to help install these. Dominic stood in front of the mirror, gently moved his shoulders, admiring his solid and perfect muscles in the reflection, and a confident smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
"Hey, I got a bit stronger today." Dominic touched his bicep and smiled narcissistically. Just then, his gaze suddenly caught a single hair that wasn't smooth enough, causing his smile to slightly freeze.
"Alfred," Dominic called out calmly, "Assemble the barber team."
Within minutes, the top-tier barber team flooded into the room. The professional barbers skillfully controlled various trimming tools, quickly and precisely trimming Dominic's hair. They also used the most advanced hair management technology, performing growth control treatments, and after trying dozens of hairstyles, they finally stopped with satisfaction.
"Perfect." Dominic raised his hand to smooth his hair, curved his lips in satisfaction, and then left the mansion for Fifth Avenue to begin his luxurious shopping spree.
By the time Dominic arrived at Fifth Avenue, he had already decided on his day's itinerary. He simply booked the entire mall, requested security politely escort other customers out, and then began selecting various limited-edition luxury clothing items. He changed into the latest Armani suit, stepped into exquisite Italian handmade leather shoes, and nearby professional photographers raised their cameras to take his picture. Dominic in the lens exuded a star-like radiance; every movement, every smile was perfect as if born for the red carpet.
The mall manager nearby cautiously inquired: "Mr. Dominic, would you be willing to sign an autograph for us?"
Dominic casually raised an eyebrow, took the pen, and signed his name stylishly on the small notebook handed to him, his eyes revealing an omnipresent confidence.
Just then, a well-known Hollywood agent recognized him, immediately walked over, and excitedly said: "Mr. Dominic! I have a script about a hero saving a beauty that you will absolutely love! He saves the beauty at least dozens of times, and each time the scenes are absolutely bursting with charm!"
"Saving a beauty?" Dominic pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, "If enough ladies are saved, it wouldn't be a bad masterpiece."
He casually picked up a diamond-encrusted designer watch, waved his hand elegantly, and swiped his card for payment—a price sufficient to buy a private jet. His eyes shone with satisfaction—only such a life was worthy of his status.
In the evening, Dominic hosted a lavish dinner party at the mansion. Invited celebrities included singers, actors, entrepreneurs, and more. During the banquet, Dominic drank top-tier champagne while subtly and not-so-subtly flaunting his wealth and heroic deeds. Strangely, however, the other guests didn't seem to react much; instead, they were more interested in their own 'career lines', petty gossip, and entertainment news.
Feeling slightly annoyed, Dominic cleared his throat and decided to pull a "trick." He smiled slightly, flicked his fingers, and began performing some minor magic. He pretended to be profound and snapped his fingers, intending to make a glass of champagne disappear, but his hand slipped, spilling the wine on his clothes instead. The scene was a bit awkward, and he couldn't help but cough a few times.
However, the guests below the stage applauded instead, shouting "Wonderful!" "So tasteful!" as if everything was within his control. Dominic was stunned for a moment, then chuckled smugly to himself, thinking: "As expected, every move I make is full of class."
After the dinner party, the chill of the night gradually sobered him up. Dominic sat alone on the terrace, overlooking the brightly lit city in the night, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loneliness. Although people came and went around him, he couldn't find a friend he could truly connect with. Everyone seemed drawn by his identity as "Homelander," but he knew it was merely superficial adoration, lacking a deep bond.
"Rich people can be willful; what are friends?" Dominic shook his head gently, murmuring to himself in self-consolation. Just then, he suddenly thought of the day's gains—luxury goods, jewelry, fine wine, and... a stunner waiting in the room. A hint of wild amusement flashed in his eyes. He stood up, brushed off the dust from his clothes, pushed open the door, and walked towards the night that belonged to him.
In the top-floor suite of the mansion, under the opulent lights, a breathtaking beauty sat quietly by the bed, waiting for him with a smile. Dominic revealed a meaningful smile, his lips slightly curved, and slowly approached, his voice carrying a hint of suggestion: "Sorry, I kept you waiting a bit long."
She chuckled, gently shook her head, and responded softly: "Time belongs to you, Mr. Dominic."
He then pulled her into his arms, whispering with a smile: "Then, let me begin tonight's story."
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