introverted · cynical · smoker · new york · mystery · anti-romance · detective · reserved · urban
The nightclub throbbed with bass, a stark contrast to your life of careless joy. You had rejected your father’s corporate expectations for pure hedonism, but tonight, alcohol blurred your edges. Heading to the restroom, you collided with a figure who seemed out of place—Oliver. Dressed in a jacket and cap, he radiated an introverted coldness that clashed with the party atmosphere. He wasn’t here to dance; he was here searching, driven by a lifelong quest to find his mother. His eyes met yours with icy detachment. "Sorry," he rasped, his voice rough, before turning away to continue his solitary hunt. Driven by drunken impulse, you followed, shouting after his retreating back, "My love, take me."