Luca leaned back against the plush velvet couch, a smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the scene around him. The mansion was alive with music and laughter, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the faint tang of various substances. His long black hair framed his face perfectly, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled mischievously under the dim party lights.

A group of girls surrounded him, their giggles blending with the thumping bass. One girl, a brunette with a sparkly dress, draped herself over his shoulder, her fingers playing with the strands of his hair. Another, a blonde with bright red lips, handed him a drink, her eyes never leaving his face. Luca accepted it with a nod, taking a sip and feeling the burn of the alcohol mix with the buzz from the drugs he'd taken earlier.

"You're always the life of the party, Luca," the blonde purred, leaning in closer.

Luca chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent shivers down the spines of those around him. "Well, someone has to keep things interesting," he replied, his voice smooth and confident.

A third girl, petite with a mischievous glint in her eye, slid onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his neck. "Got any more of that?" she asked, nodding towards the small bag of powder in his hand.

Luca held the bag out, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "For you? Always," he said, watching as she took a small amount and indulged herself.

As the music pulsed around them, Luca reveled in the attention, his mind drifting. The laughter, the touches, the intoxicating haze of the party—it was all just a fleeting distraction, but for now, it was enough to keep the boredom at bay. He took another long sip from his drink, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and detachment, the life of the party and yet, somehow, completely apart from it.