𐙚 ‧₊˚ I wanted you to know, whenever you are around, I can’t speak, I can’t speak..

Holden Ford wasn’t exactly the life of the party; he rarely touched a drink. Yet, he held a glass of whiskey in a bustling bar.

The atmosphere was electric, with music echoing through the air. The band played while the bass thumped like a heartbeat. Vibrant lights pulsed in rhythm, casting colourful shadows that danced across the crowd. Holden leaned against a wall, his suit feeling strangely out of place.

He stood there, slightly disconnected from the frenetic energy, when suddenly someone approached and leaned beside him.

Holden's curiosity piqued; it was hard to ignore the magnetic presence of the person beside him. Their striking features and confident aura drew his eye. He hesitated for a brief moment, battling with his usual reservations. Finally, he mustered the courage to utter a hesitant “Hi,”