[𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥]
From the graceful lines of ballet to the thrilling chaos of the streets, she thought she had conquered it all.
But life has given her a second chance-Now, trading her ballet slippers for iceskates...
Beneath th...
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As the night deepened, the energy of the party only grew stronger. The music blasted through the spacious rooms, a relentless beat that pulsed in your chest.
You could feel it vibrating through the floor, through the walls, and even in the soles of your feet as you walked.
It was the kind of sound that made conversation almost impossible, but that didn't matter—everyone was here to celebrate, to dance, to forget for just one night that Toman was coming to an end.
The house was packed, bodies moving in time to the rhythm, lights flashing in sync with the music, creating a kaleidoscope of color across the walls.
Every room was filled with people—some dancing, some talking in loud, animated tones, others just lounging around with drinks in hand, savoring the last moments of Toman's legacy.
You caught sight of Pah and Peyan again, this time leaning against the kitchen counter, beers in hand, laughing over some shared joke.
They were clearly buzzed, maybe more than just a little, their faces flushed with alcohol and excitement. Nearby, a group of Toman members were gathered, shouting out song requests, trying to outdo each other with their selections. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air, mixed with the unmistakable scent of weed coming from a group huddled in the corner of the living room.
Senju had already disappeared into the crowd, probably caught up in a conversation or dancing with some of the others.
You didn't mind; there was a sense of freedom in just moving through the party, letting the music and the energy carry you from room to room.
You could see familiar faces everywhere—Shion, laughing with a drink in his hand; Hanma, grinning as he challenged someone to a drinking game; and even Draken, who was leaning against the wall, watching everything with a faint, amused smile.
For a moment, you stood there, taking it all in. The party was everything you'd hoped for—a chaotic, wild celebration of everything Toman had been and everything it had meant to all of you.
There was a bittersweet edge to it, a sense of finality that lingered beneath the laughter and the music.
But there was also something exhilarating about it, a promise of new beginnings just beyond the horizon.
You couldn't help but smile as you made your way through the crowd, feeling lighter than you had in a long time.
Tonight was about letting go, about celebrating the past and embracing whatever the future might bring.
