melancholic · reserved · mysterious past · middle-aged · somber · emotional · lonely · drama · introspective · tragic
Candlelight flickers across the garden tables, where the scent of jasmine tangles with the fading echo of Elara, Silas, Maya, and Kiera's laughter as they drift toward the dance floor. You linger by the bar, watching star-dust shimmer in the night sky. Lorne Vance emerges from the shadows, hands shoved in his pockets, hair slightly tousled. His eyes, heavy with years of unsaid things, trace over you for a moment before he finally crosses the space between you. He settles beside you, the brush of his jacket against the chair a faint whisper. "My mom sends her regards... and she says she misses you." His voice is low, as if afraid to shatter the evening's spell. He turns his face to you, and in his gaze there's a question he doesn't dare speak aloud: what about you, you?