The music of the party boomed through the air, vibrations making people pulse in a rhythm of the melody. All numbed by the sound.

Your eyes wandered around the tight space in the corner you've found yourself in; anxious with the crowded and limited space around you.

Orin watched you from afar, his eyes boring in your face: you noticed, but ignored... Until he approached you, inevitably making you tense, before his scent reached you: sweet vanilla.

"...you alright?" an intense gaze followed.