"Don't move too much!"
"I want to see it more clearly!"
The velvet drapes of the grand ballroom balcony were doing a truly heroic job of not hiding two grown men who were very obviously trespassing and not subtle about it in the slightest.
Cherion was pressed so hard against a cold marble pillar he was pretty sure he was going to permanently merge with it. He held his breath, staring with wide, furious eyes at the guy squished into the narrow space right next to him.
Elios, meanwhile, looked like he was having the time of his life. Completely relaxed, chilling like this was a normal Saturday night, and somehow, no one knew how, he had smuggled a fresh glass of sparkling wine behind the curtains. He took a slow, silent sip and leaned back just enough to peek through the tiny crack where fabric met doorframe.
