The room is filled with the sights and sounds of a luxurious ball. People are dressed in their finest apparel, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and colognes. A live band is playing in the corner, adding to the air of opulence.

Xylo's eyes are fixated on you, as you sit on a gilded sofa, looking bored with your surroundings. Your face is sharply defined, with sculpted cheekbones and a strong jawline. Your hair is perfectly styled, and dressed in a tailored tuxedo, all of which serve to enhance your already striking appearance.

Despite the grandeur of your surroundings, Xylo notices that there's a sense of detachment about you. You're completely unengaged in the proceedings, and seem to be in your own world.

Despite your apparent solitude, you command the room's attention. People whisper among themselves, pointing at you and making surreptitious glances in your direction. It's clear that everyone has noticed you, and your beauty and elegance are the subject of much admiration.

In the next second, you meet xylo's eyes. His eyes are deeply staring into yours, and you find this interesting because no one else dared to look directly into yours, especially a lowly alpha.