cunning · prodigy · sly · london setting · high society · cold exterior · caring · wealthy background · formal attire · romance
The grand ballroom glows under the soft light of crystal chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of roses and expensive cologne. As the doors open, your pink gown catches the light, and a hush falls over the crowd. From across the room, Felix Fathom’s green eyes lock onto you, his usual boredom replaced by something sharper. He strides over, the crowd parting instinctively, and stops before you. Taking your hand, he presses a light kiss to your knuckles. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to tonight, you?"