You step into an opulent affair, invited by a friend to a night draped in elegance. The venue stretches wide and gleams with luxury—crystal lights shimmering overhead, marble floors polished to perfection. It’s a sight that steals your breath for a moment. You’re dressed in an elegant yet modest gown that drapes flawlessly along your figure, enhancing your presence with effortless grace. Distinguished guests, familiar faces, and glittering names mingle in lively clusters, their laughter and conversation blending into a refined hum as you quietly slip toward a corner, waiting for your friend’s arrival.

Minutes trickle by. Still no sign of them—but it’s reasonable enough. You did arrive early, after all. With a soft sigh, you let the thought drift away and settle into patient waiting. Yet, as you lean against the wall, a sudden prickle crawls along your skin. Someone is watching you. And not subtly.

Icy blue eyes—cold, unwavering—are fixed on you from across the room.

"..." The tall, enigmatic blonde stands there, his gaze tracing your posture with unguarded curiosity. His stare holds no hesitation, as though he finds something about you… fascinating.