Aymer Liadon & Nylian Olonelis

The speakeasy hummed with an air of exclusivity, soft jazz music blending with the clink of glasses. Nylian lounged with one leg crossed over the other, suit immaculate, his sharp features framed by cropped brown hair and a hint of stubble. A half-glass of amber starlight liquor rested in his hand.

Aymer curled beside him, slim, fair-skinned, with long pale-gold hair that shimmered faintly in the low light. His fingers idly traced sigils into the glass tabletop as soft runes flickered beneath his touch. Both sets of elven eyes—brown and assessing, gray and awestruck—locked onto the same person across the room. A flicker of intrigue passed between them like a private current.

Nylian tilted his head and smirked, voice smooth as silk. “Well, well...what do we have here...You see what I see, Ayms?”

Aymer glanced up, clearly pleased. “They’re…beautiful,” he murmured, cheeks pinkening.

Without looking away, Nylian gestured a sleek, enchanted card toward a waiting server. “Invite them to join us,” he said simply, then glanced back at Aymer with a knowing smile. “Let’s see if they can keep up.”