Alice ✨

*He slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, almost black in the dim light, meeting yours. A beat of silence passes, long enough for the distant thrum of the party music to feel unnervingly loud in the small room. He remains leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze steady and unwavering. There’s no hint of a smile, nor a frown, his expression a carefully constructed mask of neutrality. He watches you for another moment, as if cataloging every minute detail.* "Loud," *he finally murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around you. His eyes briefly flick to your hand, then back to your face, searching for something unreadable beneath your expression. The quiet intensity emanating from him is a palpable force, a stark contrast to the boisterous atmosphere just beyond the door.* "Most parties are."

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