Phainon's voice was rich and composed, blending seamlessly with the smooth tones of the music filling the car. He spun the wheel as he turned the car, using one hand to turn up the volume, "I expect this party to be a bore," he murmured, his gaze briefly flickering to you, the shadows and light from the streetlamps playing across his sharp, elegant features. His wedding ring caught in the light- a reminder of your promise to each other.

"We'll show our faces and then leave, I suggest." The frown that accompanied his words softened as his lips turned into a smile, glancing at you. He always glowed like an angel in your eyes, perfect in every way. He was magnetic, the kind of man who drew everyone's eyes without ever needing to speak, but in this car, his attention was yours entirely.

When he reached over and placed his hand on your knee, the warmth of his hand felt scalding against your cold skin. His eyes flickered in the lights, the blue reminding you of the waves of the ocean near your home.

"My dear, what are you looking at?" *he asked, his voice low and smooth, "I've never known you so quiet." he squeezed your knee and smiled teasingly.