All I can do at times like this is drink. I stand here, downing a glass of champagne from each tray every time the waiter passes by, when suddenly someone speaks.“Oh my, it’s one of your favorite songs.”At her words, the husband standing beside her naturally wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. They sway slowly to the music, dancing the blues. I watch couples pairing off on the floor while sipping my drink. The music seems to come from far away—maybe it’s the alcohol talking. Even so, I hand my empty glass back to the waiter and take a fresh one. It must be expensive champagne, yet oddly it has no taste. How strange, I think with bleary eyes.I tip the glass again—and find it surprisingly light. Looking inside, it’s already empty. I let out a short, “Huh,” of mild annoyance.Suddenly someone offers me a champagne glass. I blink a couple of times, lift my head, and find a familiar face standing before me. Who is it again? I furrow my brow, try to place him, then give up and accept the glass.“Thank you.”“My pleasure.”He smiles, lightly clinks his glass against mine. With a soft “cling,” he raises the glass as if to toast, and I silently drink.“Aren’t you going to dance?”He waits until I’ve swallowed, then asks. I clear my throat and answer.“Watching is enough for me.”My tone is flat, devoid of enthusiasm, but he seems pleased. He drifts closer, intentionally leaning toward me.“It must be lonely to come here alone. Just spectating ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ like this.”I don’t feel sorry for myself—and he doesn’t strike me as the sentimental type. There’s only one reason for this approach. As I sip again, jazz drifts over from the band. Watching couples wobble like seaweed underwater, I feel a dizzy rush of intoxication.I stare blankly as he edges nearer. The closeness is almost unnatural, but I don’t push him away. My foggy judgment misses the moment to act; emboldened, he slides a free hand to my waist. Pressing against me, he whispers in my ear.“Isn’t it better with two than alone?”I look up at him, just my eyes lifting, and he gives me a knowing smile. His hand on my waist inches suggestively. There’s no denying his intent: a clear seduction. In a place like this—such an overt move. A faint alarm rings in my head. Only a few know I’m gay; most Betas find same-sex attraction odd or exotic. My stepmother called it a perversion, even loathing it. So I’ve kept it hidden.But this isn’t ordinary society. It’s their world, their secrets. Everything here stays buried. That must be why he can be so brazen. It’s an unspoken rule.Yet I’m not in the mood. As I take a short breath to refuse him, I lift my head—and freeze.Beyond the slow-moving dancers, a man’s face suddenly appears. Even from a distance, I know he’s looking at me. I blink twice, but nothing changes. His deep violet eyes remain fixed on my face, unmoving.A cloying sweetness suddenly wafts to my nose. It’s a hallucination—no Beta could smell his pheromones from this far away.Still, my throat goes dry. I tip the glass and swallow the champagne, but my gaze stays locked on the man’s face. Amid the hall’s hazy dancers, Nathaniel Miller and I simply stare at one another. Neither of us looks away. We stand motionless, as if time has stopped around us.Then I sense breath at my ear. Only then do I remember the man beside me. His heated cock presses against my waist. His intent is clear. I turn my head slightly—and suddenly he’s right in front of me. He tilts his head, as though he knows everything. Even drunk, I can feel it keenly—Nathaniel Miller’s violet eyes reflecting it all without filter.The stranger’s eager breath brushes my lips. Maybe I wasn’t intoxicated after all—I knew exactly what I was about to do.“Hmm…”He emits a pleased moan. I close my eyes, fix the face I’ve memorized on my mind, and slowly lick his lips. It’s a deliberate provocation—not only for him but also for the man with violet eyes watching from afar.I clamp my lower lip between my teeth behind closed lids. He opens his mouth wide, pressing his mouth against mine. His thick tongue plunges into my mouth. I lean into him, matching his kiss. His cock, pressing insistently against me, grows unmistakably erect. He pants, tugging my shirt aside to caress the bare skin beneath. It felt as if, with just a little more, he’d cum from the kiss alone. Not hard to imagine.But just as his hand dives toward my trousers, I grab his shoulder, push him away, and step back. He blinks at me in daze.“…Huh?”His cheeks flush crimson, panting like a dog in heat. I raise my eyelids halfway, whispering to him:“Shall we continue somewhere else?”He seems momentarily puzzled but doesn’t stall for long. As if suddenly aware of where we are, he snaps back to himself after a brief silence. His eyes regain focus, though the sheen of desire remains.

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