Chapter 32 – The Exhibition Night

The exhibition was nothing short of breathtaking. A world of wealth, elegance, and power, all wrapped in a perfectly curated display. Crystal chandeliers cast golden light over sleek marble floors, the scent of expensive wine and fresh roses lingering in the air.

Elian had attended countless high-profile events before, yet tonight felt different. Colder. Heavier.

Because tonight, Rylan was watching him.

Even in a sea of people, Elian could feel his presence—a shadow lingering just beyond the polite conversations and admiring whispers.

Taro was beside him, practically bouncing with excitement. "This is incredible, right? Look at all these pieces! Sir really outdid himself."

Elian hummed in response, but his attention was elsewhere. He had dressed with care, choosing a dark emerald suit that complimented his striking eyes. He looked like he belonged in a gallery himself.

And judging by the lingering gazes from guests, they agreed.

Yet the only one that truly mattered was Rylan.

Elian didn't have to look to know Rylan was staring at him. He could feel it. The weight of it was different from the admiration of others—more intense, more possessive.

A glass of wine was placed in front of him.

"Enjoying the night?"

Rylan's voice. Smooth. Amused. Too close.

Elian finally turned, meeting those dark, knowing eyes. Rylan looked effortlessly composed in a tailored black suit, exuding confidence, exuding control.

Elian didn't let himself react. He smiled, the perfect mask. "Of course. It's an impressive collection."

Rylan's lips curled slightly. "Only the best."

He leaned in just a fraction, lowering his voice. "But there are some pieces not shown tonight. Special ones. Ones meant for private eyes."

Elian's fingers tightened around his glass. There it was.

The real invitation.

Taro, ever clueless, grinned. "That sounds amazing! Elian, you should see them! You love rare collections."

Rylan's gaze never left Elian's face. "Indeed. You'd appreciate them more than anyone."

The air between them was thick, suffocating.

Elian could decline. He could make an excuse, step away, cut this moment short. But he knew—Rylan wasn't offering. He was expecting.

So, Elian did what he did best. He played along.

"I'd love to see them," he said smoothly.

Rylan's smirk deepened, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.

"Then let's not keep you waiting."

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