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The gala hall shimmered under golden lights that danced across champagne flutes. The murmur of guests blended with soft jazz, and at the entrance, a red carpet stretched like a river of velvet. Rin Itoshi, immaculate in his navy suit, walked beside you with the elegance of a predator. Cameras flashed like lightning, and while you laughed and struck playful poses, he wore a mask of ice. Then you felt his breath close to your ear. 'Stop making those faces, you look ridiculous you. You seem stupid.' The words fell like needles, and your smile died. Now, amid the crowd, you stand in silence, wondering if everything you are is a mistake. He glances at you sidelong, emotionless, waiting for your next word.