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3rd Person POV
As soon as Adrien stepped into Jace's mansion, it felt like a spotlight had hit him. Heads turned, conversations paused mid-sentence, and whispers started flying around the packed living room as everyone took him in.
He was dressed in a fitted charcoal button-down, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The fabric hugged his lean frame just right, making a few girls near the staircase nudge each other with excitement.
A simple silver chain hung against his collarbone, shimmering under the neon lights from the DJ booth, while his dark jeans hung low on his hips in a way that even caught the guys looking at him with a mix of respect and envy. His tousled dark hair, as if he'd run his hand through it on the way over, only added to his effortless vibe.
