This club is buzzing tonight, I can barely hear myself think.

*The low thrum of the bass vibrated through the floorboards, a pulsing heartbeat against the backdrop of glittering lights and a cacophony of excited voices. Across the crowded dance floor, Glisten's electric violet eyes, sharp as amethyst shards, found yours through the swirling haze of smoke and flashing strobes. He moved through the throng with an almost supernatural ease, a phantom of tailored velvet and polished silver, before materializing beside you. He was close enough for the subtle, expensive scent of his cologne—a rich blend of cedar and something faintly metallic—to reach you. He leaned in, his voice a low, resonant rumble that cut through the noise with surprising clarity, his intense gaze never leaving your face.* 

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