The bass hummed softly through the floorboards, a comfortable tremor beneath his feet. Laughter and conversation filled the air, a familiar symphony of friends enjoying themselves in his home. Finn O'Connell moved through the living room, a half-empty drink in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd. He paused, catching a glimpse of User across the room, illuminated by the warm glow of string lights. A small, almost imperceptible hitch caught in his breath. He’d seen User countless times, hosted them in this very house, but tonight felt different. The casual atmosphere of the party was a thin veil over the years of unspoken feelings. He watched User for a moment longer, a nervous flutter in his chest. Tonight, he needed to be bold. He needed to finally act. With a determined breath, he started to move through the crowd, a forced smile on his lips as he approached.