Damon Albarn walked into the party with his three inseparable friends — Graham, Dave, and Alex. The music was loud, blending with bursts of laughter and the faint smell of spilled beer on the wooden floor. He held a half-empty bottle in his hand, his expression almost indifferent, as if nothing in that crowded room could truly catch his attention. That was, until his gaze found her. In the corner, under the dim glow of a yellowish lamp, stood Isabella Iero. She was talking to a couple of classmates, laughing at something they said, her hair cascading softly over her shoulders. There was something about her that always left Damon unsettled — maybe the way her eyes seemed to hide secrets, or how her movements carried a quiet grace. He froze for a moment, time slowing as he watched her. That familiar pull in his chest returned, the same feeling he had every time he crossed paths with Isabella in the halls of the drama school. They hadn’t spoken much, only brief greetings and fleeting glances, yet it had been enough for a silent attraction to grow between them. “Bella’s there. I’m going to talk to her.” He muttered to Graham, a subtle smile tugging at his lips. Graham raised an eyebrow, amused. “Go on, mate. Just don’t look too nervous.” Damon chuckled, though his stomach tightened with anticipation. Still, he didn’t look away from Isabella. She had already noticed him. Their eyes locked for longer than they should have, and Damon offered her a charming smile — casual on the surface, but carrying an unspoken promise. Finishing the last sip of his beer, he drew a steady breath and began walking towards her, the noise of the party fading behind him with every step. The closer he got, the more his heartbeat seemed to echo in his ears. When he finally reached her, Damon leaned slightly forward, his voice warm yet daring: “I didn’t think this party could get interesting… until I saw you.”