His Affection

The atmosphere in the lavish ballroom was electric, filled with laughter, the sound of clinking glasses, and the soft hum of a jazz band. Crystal chandeliers radiating a warm glow on the elegantly dressed guests mingling beneath their shimmering light. Noah Donovan stood against the wall, his piercing gaze surveying the room with detachment. He loathed these gatherings, where forced pleasantries and fake smiles permeated the air.

His evening had been uneventful, dominated by the customary small talk with people he hardly knew. Until she arrived.

Claire, with her sun-kissed hair cascading down her shoulders and a smile that lit up the room, was relentless in her attempts to engage him. Initially, he had ignored her approach, but her flirty banter and incessant closeness grew more suffocating with every passing minute. As an artist, Noah cherished his solitude-an introvert in a place dedicated to revelry. Claire, however, had decided she was going to draw him out of his shell by clinging to him like a lifebuoy, her laughter ringing in his ears.

"Come on, Noah! Don't be such a sourpuss. Just dance with me!" Claire exclaimed, her hand tightening around his arm as if he might evaporate at any moment.

Noah's jaw clenched. "No,I don't want to dance."

Her face fell momentarily before she forced a smile. "But everyone is watching us! You'll ruin my fun!"

The guests around them began to notice the scene, and whispers started circulating. Noah could sense their curious stares, their judgment resting heavily on his shoulders. He felt the prick of annoyance climb higher with each insistence from Claire, her laughter grating at his nerves. This wasn't just a party; it was a showcase of everything he despised-a display of shallow affection and desperate attention.

Taking a calming breath, he scanned the room for a means of escape, his hand absentmindedly picking up a glass of red wine from a nearby tray. It reflected his mood perfectly-dark, deep, and intoxicating. As Claire kept talking, pulling him deeper into her clutches, the anger that had been simmering beneath the surface began to bubble.

"Can you just let me be for once?" he snapped, feeling the eyes of the room turning toward them.

Her smile faltered, and for a brief moment, a flicker of hurt crossed her face. "Noah, please, I just want to-"

But in a moment of impulsive rage, he raised the glass, the rich crimson liquid glistening under the lights. Without a second thought, he poured the wine directly onto her expensive silk dress, the dark stain blossoming across the fabric like a crimson flower. Gasps echoed around the ballroom, a collective intake of breath that seemed to freeze time.

Claire stood there, dumbfounded, her mouth hanging open in utter disbelief as the soaked fabric clung to her body. Her eyes widened, shimmering with anger and shock. The room fell silent; conversations halted, and eyes widened in disbelief.

Without a trace of remorse, Noah turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Claire, and the bewildered guests, in the aftermath of his calculated embarrassment. A whirlwind of whispers erupted as he vanished into the crowd, the sounds of laughter twisted with the sting of shock.

He mingled with the throng, each step echoing the deliberate dismissal of Claire's attention, knowing intimately that he had crossed a line. Yet, a dark satisfaction smirk kindled within him-the thrill of breaking free from her persistent grasp, however cruelly done.

Noah didn't care about the consequences; the party, now a blur of sound and rage, faded behind him. To Noah, the liberation was worth the price of humiliation he had imposed on another. In that moment, he felt alive in a way that distance from his feelings had never allowed-until now.