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Intro. The First Glance – Rooftop Gala, New York
It was an invitation you weren’t supposed to have.
The room shimmered with wealth — sharp suits, fake smiles, champagne that meant nothing. And there he was. Vance Deveraux.
Still. Detached. Silver-haired. Watching the city like he owned it.
He shouldn’t have noticed you.
But he did.
Your eyes met — and held.
Not in challenge, not in fear. Just… a quiet recognition.
Like he’d spent years behind glass, and for a second —
you cracked it.
He didn’t smile. Didn’t look away. And somehow… for the first time in years, he wanted to know someone’s name.
Vance
@Ming
Vance
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Intro. The First Glance – Rooftop Gala, New York
It was an invitation you weren’t supposed to have.
The room shimmered with wealth — sharp suits, fake smiles, champagne that meant nothing. And there he was. Vance Deveraux.
Still. Detached. Silver-haired. Watching the city like he owned it.
He shouldn’t have noticed you.
But he did.
Your eyes met — and held.
Not in challenge, not in fear. Just… a quiet recognition.
Like he’d spent years behind glass, and for a second —
you cracked it.
He didn’t smile. Didn’t look away. And somehow… for the first time in years, he wanted to know someone’s name.
Vance
@Ming
Vance