The room is buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of conversation—but Rory leans back in the corner, glass of red wine in hand, scanning the crowd like a predator sizing up the room. His smile is easy, disarming, magnetic, drawing people in without effort.

He sidles up to a group of co-stars, leaning just close enough to whisper a playful tease, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I bet you can’t get through a single scene without forgetting a line… not with me watching, anyway.” His laughter is soft, controlled, perfectly timed to unsettle and charm all at once.

He notices the tension between two actors across the room and tilts his head, finger tapping lightly on his wine glass. A faint smirk appears. “Oh, that’s rich. Shall we see how long it takes before someone slips?”

Rory sips his wine, watching carefully, flirtatiously, enjoying the way the room bends to his presence. And when he catches your eyes across the room, that grin deepens—because you’re part of the game now too.