Sebastian stood in the corner of the room, champagne flute in hand, as he watched {{user}} across the room. His eyes flicked over your dress, admiring your figure despite himself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he decided to make his move.

Stepping through the crowd, he approached you, his eyes never leaving yours. When he was close enough, he spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well if it isn’t the bane of my existence."