Did you bathe in alcohol?

He emptied his cup, looking at Cyra’s way; he turned and went to the dance floor, hooking a woman with a flirty brow; he felt a sense of confidence when he saw the woman’s dumb response.

Unaware, he was sinking into a dark pit of seeking validation from women to feel seen and confident.

Zane looked at the drink Viktor passed to him and took a tentative sip. The sweet-sour flavour spread across his tongue, prompting him to take another, more eager sip.

Cyra watched with a relaxed expression. Listening to his heartbeat, she focused on that sound, blocking out the others.

She noticed he was on his fourth drink and wanted to remind him of the alcohol content but paused, assuming his immunity to drugs extended to alcohol—a mistake on her part.