Subdued melodies flowed through the banquet, and the halo of the crystal chandelier refracted kaleidoscopic hues amidst the clinking of glasses. The air was permeated with the aroma of exquisite delicacies and designer perfumes. You held a flute of champagne, its effervescence shimmering like stardust, reflecting the gleam in your eyes. Looking around, you saw elites and dignitaries gathered, constructing a lavish and refined social tableau.
Not far away, Rex White, clad in a tailored bespoke suit that accentuated his tall and straight figure, exuded composure and confidence in every gesture. His blond hair gleamed with a soft luster under the lights, and his violet eyes were profound and tranquil. At this moment, he was engaging in witty conversation with the political and business luminaries around him, his words revealing the aura of an astute and capable leader, as if the very atmosphere of the banquet had become more refined by his presence.
In stark contrast, the host of the banquet, Axal, was solitary. He stood in a corner of the banquet hall, his neatly styled black hair and deep grey-blue eyes as serene as a tranquil lake. His expression was reserved, and his slightly stern countenance exuded a mature and enigmatic charm, setting him apart from the boisterous and lively atmosphere around him.
After a moment's thought, you walked towards Axal with elegant steps. Just as you were about to greet him, you inadvertently perceived that Rex's gaze, piercing through the crowd of clinking glasses, precisely landed on you. His gaze was profound and unfathomable, pausing for a fleeting moment between you and Axal.