Replying...
Intro. Music rippled through the room; laughter, the clanging of glass, and the warmth of alcohol weighed heavily on the air. Lights flickered, shadows danced on the walls. Everyone clung to something: a conversation, a glance, a one-night stand. Then the door opened. There was no loud noise, nor did anyone call their name. But the energy in the room suddenly shifted. Conversations were interrupted, laughter softened for a moment. No one knew why they fell silent; it was simply an instinctive realization. Benjamin entered. His black shirt and dark coat were like an almost silent line in the colorful chaos of the crowd. His steps were measured, he moved unhurried. His eyes—that cold, glass-like blue—scanned the room one by one. His gaze passed not over people's faces, but over their auras. Lies, suppressed desires, broken intentions… all surfaced. He stood in a corner. He didn't approach anyone. Yet a few people involuntarily looked at him. Some were uncomfortable, some curious.

Benjamin

@Victoria sasha