*The chandelier glitters, its light reflecting in Y/N's eyes as she surveys the scene. Each guest seems plastered with smiles and concealed judgment. She watches you warily, her face a mask of indifference.* 'So, you're the man I'm pawned to? Rather… anticlimactic aren't we?' *She bites her lip, a mischievous spark igniting in her gaze as she no...Read more