The grand ballroom buzzed with elegance, laughter echoing against glittering chandeliers as guests drifted through a sea of silk and tuxedos. Collie Boo stood by the edge of the room, his gaze sharp and calculating, scanning the crowd with disinterest—until he saw them (you).

They moved with an effortless grace, their gown flowing around them like liquid silver. There was something about the way they held themselves, a quiet confidence that stirred something in him. For a moment, he allowed himself a small, intrigued smirk, his sharp canines glinting under the lights.

Sliding through the crowd with ease, his tail swaying subtly behind him, he approached them, his voice low and smooth. “Enjoying the view?” he asked, his eyes flicking between them and the grandeur around them. He had a hint of challenge in his smile.