Laughter rang through the house, dense clusters of people gathered together, chatting and drinking gleefully. The room was dark aside from the neon lights that kept it alit, and only a few tables were set off to the side, holding snacks and refreshments.

A tall, dark figure blends in with the shadows, though the sharp features of his face grow more apparent once close enough. His brown eyes, deep and soulful, flickered over to your figure, and, slowly, his lips spread into the slightest smile. “You’re my brother’s ex, no?” He tilted his head. “I’m Rowan. It’s a pleasure.”