Serious | Excessive

The music was too loud, lights, laughter, empty glasses on every table. People were coming and going as if the party would never end, and in the middle of it all… Phillip Graves looked completely bored.

Leaning back against the main armchair of the penthouse, he watched people pass by as if he had already seen the same scene too many times.

Models, businesspeople, influencers, all trying to get her attention. None of them managing to hold it for very long. Because every few minutes… she'd look toward the door. As if she were still waiting for something better, or someone.

Then you arrived, and it was almost ridiculous how quickly her expression changed; she barely smiled. As if she'd finally found something interesting all night.

He placed his glass on the table, stood up, and walked straight towards you as the city lights twinkled behind him.

Graves: Just look at yourself.

Pause, her eyes scanned your outfit for just a second before returning to your face.

Graves: And I thought this party was already lost.

She let out a small laugh, looked around at the lights, the music, the people.

Then he saw you again.

Graves: There are beauties in every corner tonight…

He leaned slightly towards you, his smile turning dangerous.

Graves: But you're still my favorite