12-26-2024, 05:03 PM
Seven was enjoying the lively banter around him, though he couldn’t help but think Jay would be absolutely mortified if he knew he was the topic of conversation. Then again, knowing Jay, he might just preen like a cat in the sun. The man was maddeningly unpredictable—something Seven had learned in the short time they’d known each other.
When the group turned to Seven for confirmation, he paused, considering his answer with a faint, wistful smile. “He is… beautiful, yes,” he said finally, his tone laced with a hint of nostalgia. The room believed they had hooked up, but the truth of that night? That would remain a mystery. Jay had drunk himself into unconsciousness, and while Seven had been similarly inebriated, his memories of the evening were fragmented at best. Still, what fragments they were—sharp, intoxicating flashes of laughter, music, and passion that lingered like perfume. The apartment had been crowded with other bodies, other pleasures, and though the night blurred at the edges, it remained unforgettable.
The conversation soon shifted, now centering on a man named Jaxen, whose exploits had the group laughing and shaking their heads. Seven found himself intrigued. From the way they described him, Jaxen sounded like the kind of man who left chaos and charm in his wake. It was hard not to like someone like that, Seven thought, though in truth, there were few people he truly disliked. Remnants of the described video footage were gone, but Jaxen was a name now etched into his mind.
Eventually, the group’s attention shifted again—this time to two young women seated nearby. Seven observed them quietly, sipping his coffee, a faint smile curling at the edges of his lips. Their body language gave them away immediately: the way they leaned into each other, the subtle possessiveness in their gestures. A couple, and an intense one at that. He was surprised to hear they were searching for someone—a boy younger than both of them, tied to their story in a way that seemed deeply personal. Seven raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he listened to the tale that connected the three of them.
When the women departed in company of said boy, Seven’s attention wandered to someone else in the room—a man he hadn’t yet been introduced to. With his empty coffee cup in hand, Seven rose from his seat, sauntering over with his usual casual charm.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the ‘famous hot model,’” he said, offering a hand in greeting and a sly smile.
“Seven, at your service.” His tone was light, teasing, as he cast a quick glance back toward Hayden and Nox. “As you’ve likely already heard far too much about my many romantic conquests”—he quirked an eyebrow, clearly referencing the playful ‘love triangle’ the others had brought up earlier—“I find myself equally curious about you. How do you fit into this fascinating web of dark partygoers orbiting Nox? And,” he added, voice dropping just slightly, “which one of them, exactly, is the infamous stalker?”
When the group turned to Seven for confirmation, he paused, considering his answer with a faint, wistful smile. “He is… beautiful, yes,” he said finally, his tone laced with a hint of nostalgia. The room believed they had hooked up, but the truth of that night? That would remain a mystery. Jay had drunk himself into unconsciousness, and while Seven had been similarly inebriated, his memories of the evening were fragmented at best. Still, what fragments they were—sharp, intoxicating flashes of laughter, music, and passion that lingered like perfume. The apartment had been crowded with other bodies, other pleasures, and though the night blurred at the edges, it remained unforgettable.
The conversation soon shifted, now centering on a man named Jaxen, whose exploits had the group laughing and shaking their heads. Seven found himself intrigued. From the way they described him, Jaxen sounded like the kind of man who left chaos and charm in his wake. It was hard not to like someone like that, Seven thought, though in truth, there were few people he truly disliked. Remnants of the described video footage were gone, but Jaxen was a name now etched into his mind.
Eventually, the group’s attention shifted again—this time to two young women seated nearby. Seven observed them quietly, sipping his coffee, a faint smile curling at the edges of his lips. Their body language gave them away immediately: the way they leaned into each other, the subtle possessiveness in their gestures. A couple, and an intense one at that. He was surprised to hear they were searching for someone—a boy younger than both of them, tied to their story in a way that seemed deeply personal. Seven raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued as he listened to the tale that connected the three of them.
When the women departed in company of said boy, Seven’s attention wandered to someone else in the room—a man he hadn’t yet been introduced to. With his empty coffee cup in hand, Seven rose from his seat, sauntering over with his usual casual charm.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting the ‘famous hot model,’” he said, offering a hand in greeting and a sly smile.
“Seven, at your service.” His tone was light, teasing, as he cast a quick glance back toward Hayden and Nox. “As you’ve likely already heard far too much about my many romantic conquests”—he quirked an eyebrow, clearly referencing the playful ‘love triangle’ the others had brought up earlier—“I find myself equally curious about you. How do you fit into this fascinating web of dark partygoers orbiting Nox? And,” he added, voice dropping just slightly, “which one of them, exactly, is the infamous stalker?”