Chapter 43: Debut (2)
The moment he stepped into the ballroom, it was as if gravity shifted—subtle but undeniable. Every eye turned, drawn toward the man whose very presence disrupted the air.
Shin Keir didn't need to announce himself. He simply was, and that was enough.
His tailored black suit fit like a second skin, emphasizing his tall, sculpted frame. Platinum hair swept back in practiced elegance revealed sharp cheekbones and eyes devoid of warmth.
He wasn't smiling.
He wasn't even pretending to.
Unlike the guests who wore polite facades, Shin Keir moved through the glittering crowd like a wolf in silk—calm, calculated, and utterly unapproachable.
He didn't belong here. He didn't want to.
Yet here he was.
Some guests froze mid-conversation. Others instinctively stepped out of his path, as if he carried a scent of something too dangerous to challenge.
If Jj was charming and magnetic, Shin Keir was something else entirely—lethal grace wrapped in velvet and steel.
But he wasn't scanning the room for opportunities or alliances.