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[🎲] [𝟐𝟖] 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭

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Jean firmly clasps his hand on yours and leads you towards the stairs. Neither of you are familiar with the layout of this house, yet it appears that Jean had the foresight to choose the upstairs for its peace.

You allow him to lead the way as your gaze wanders aimlessly, taking in the broad crowd that has gathered.

In a fleeting moment, Jean casts a quick glance in your direction, ensuring that you are still attached, your hand securely nestled within his own.

As you ascend the stairs, an array of different rooms stand before you. With a sense of anticipation, Jean cautiously approaches the second door, his hand reaching out to grasp the handle.

As you both look inside, a sense of astonishment wash over you as your gaze meets the eyes of another person. Jean hastily withdraws, nearly slamming the door closed, until your hand intercepts it.

You gaze deeper into the room, seeking a more detailed view, before allowing Jean to shut it.

Gazing in your direction, his gaze mirrors your own, a mixture of surprise and astonishment reflected in his widened eyes.

"Was that..." His voice fades away, filled with a mixture of astonishment and incredulity.

You can't help but chuckle at his reaction as you nod and remark, "Yep, that was Colt."

Jean chuckles softly as he leads you to the next room. Once more, he enters with caution, ensuring the space is devoid of any presence.

Only when given the signal, he graciously allows you to take the first step inside.

A dimly lit room, with only faint illumination seeping in from the outside world through the window, casts an atmosphere of darkness. With measured steps, you approach the bed, gracefully crawling onto its surface.

You pivot, facing away, and surrender your body to the plush embrace of the mattress.

As Jean makes his way towards you, your gaze fixates on him, carefully observing his every move. With a graceful motion, he settles down beside you.

The room is enveloped in a profound stillness as you recline and fix your gaze on the expanse of the ceiling.

"You never answered my question downstairs," his voice murmurs softly as he lies unexpectedly close to you.

With a deliberate and measured movement, you shift your gaze towards him. He rests beside you, positioning the two of you in close proximity, almost at eye level.

"What question?" You ask, your voice filled with curiosity and a hint of confusion.

"I asked if you were drunk," he responds, his gaze delicately exploring the curves and lines of your face.

Your throat tightens as you avert your gaze from him. With a contemplative gaze fixed on the ceiling, you gently nibble on your bottom lip as you softly confess, "I wasn't planning to, but I thought it would make people enjoy being around me more."

A heavy silence hangs in the air, causing a sense of unease to settle within you.

The rhythmic pulse of the music resonates in the distance, creating a soothing backdrop.

Out of nowhere, he asks, "What do you mean by you thought it would make people enjoy being around you more?"

Your gaze remains fixed on the ceiling, a sense of trepidation preventing you from meeting his gaze.

As time passes, you gather the strength to cast your gaze on him once more. Under the soft glow of the street light, his features are brought to life, captivating the gaze and making it difficult to look away.