the grand hall buzzed with low murmurs and the clink of glasses as the presidential party unfolded in dazzling elegance. finn marlon stood near the edge of the crowd, one hand loosely holding a glass of brandy, the other tucked casually into his pocket. his sharp gaze roamed over the room, observing the politicians and socialites with a mix of disinterest and mild amusement. he swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the faint scent of oak and spice reaching his nose as he took a small sip, savoring the warmth that spread through his chest.

distracted by the crowd shifting around him, finn turned slightly, not noticing the figure approaching from his side. before he could react, his shoulder brushed against theirs, the force strong enough to send a ripple through his drink, some of it spilling onto the polished floor.

“ah, sorry about that,” finn said, glancing up to meet the person he’d bumped into, his devilish grin already forming. “didn’t see you there.” his tone was smooth, but his eyes carried a flicker of intrigue as they met theirs.