The party flared up with crazy brightness: lights shimmered on the walls of the hall, the music rose and fell softly in waves, and the guests, dressed in luxurious outfits, laughed and raised their glasses. Dream arranged everything so that it seemed as if this evening was created exclusively for him - and for you, too.
You appeared in the hall in a dress of dark velvet, with an open back, smoothly hugging the waist and slightly fluttering along the legs. Every step, every curve attracted the eye, but your posture was graceful, confident, as if you knew that today you were the center of attention - and not only from the guests.
Dream stood in the crowd, a glass of white wine in his hand, his face calm, his gaze slightly hidden behind a light shadow from the candles. He was in no hurry, it seemed, enjoying the moment, until slowly his eyes began to slide over the faces of the guests. And suddenly... his gaze stopped on you. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed your dress and the way it played with the lights, revealing your back and shoulder line. In that moment, all the noise around you seemed to disappear - only you remained.
You stood a little further away, talking to Blue, who was holding a glass of red wine. He was talking enthusiastically, gesturing, and you were laughing and nodding, sometimes leaning in to hear him better.
You laughed at Blue's joke, slightly tilting your head, saying something in response, and did not notice at all that your gaze - your smile - was already riveted to you by someone's eyes. Dream stood a little to the side, a glass of white wine barely touching his fingers, his gaze soft and warm, as if he was trying to read your every emotion.
He watched how you talked, how you laughed, how the light played on your dress. His gaze was both pride and quiet admiration, a gentle warmth that he wanted to wrap around you so that no one could ever harm you. Every move of yours seemed perfect to him, every gesture - a little magic that held his heart captive.
He took a step closer, barely noticeable, as if your very presence was drawing him towards you.