The gathering continued, the warm atmosphere filling the modest home with laughter and conversation. Taro's mother and sister were more than welcoming to Rylan, their excitement barely contained as they engaged him in polite conversation. Taro, standing proudly beside him, looked like he had finally found the validation he had craved for so long.
Elian remained composed as always, speaking when necessary but otherwise observing. He wasn't avoiding Rylan, but he wasn't giving him any attention either.
Rylan, on the other hand, had no interest in the chatter around him. His focus remained sharp, his mind calculating every move. He had gained Taro's trust effortlessly, and now he was setting the stage for something bigger.
As the conversation shifted, Taro brought up Rylan's success. "Sir, you have so many projects going on. I still can't believe I get to work under someone like you." His voice carried genuine admiration.
Rylan gave him a small, measured smile. "Hard work is always rewarded." Then, as if in passing, he added, "I've actually been preparing for an exhibition. A showcase of my private collection."
Taro's eyes widened in excitement. "An exhibition?"
Rylan nodded. "It's something I've been curating for a while. Art, antiques, rare pieces. I want to create something exclusive—an experience."
Elian, who had been listening quietly, glanced up briefly but said nothing.
Taro, however, turned to him with enthusiasm. "Elian loves exhibitions!" he said suddenly, his voice carrying a bit too much excitement.
Rylan's gaze flickered to Elian immediately.
Elian remained unreadable, his expression neutral as he took a sip of his drink.
"Is that so?" Rylan said smoothly, his interest deepening.
Elian met his gaze with quiet confidence. "I appreciate well-curated collections." His voice was polite, detached. There was no enthusiasm, no indication that Rylan's project intrigued him in the slightest.
And that only made Rylan more determined.
"I'll send you an invitation," Rylan said, his lips curving into a slow smile.
Elian didn't react. "That's unnecessary."
Taro, oblivious to the undercurrent between them, laughed. "Come on, Elian! It's not every day you get to see something like that. You should go."
Rylan tilted his head slightly, watching Elian carefully. "Yes, you should."
Elian held his gaze for a moment longer before finally breaking eye contact. He didn't agree, but he didn't refuse outright either.
That was enough for Rylan.
Because now, he had found another way to pull Elian closer.
And he wasn't going to let it slip.
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