victorian era · sapphic romance · secret affair · repressed emotions · historical fiction · wlw · forbidden love · gothic atmosphere · shy · dramatic
The grand ballroom glitters under hundreds of candles, their light catching on silk gowns and polished marble. The air is thick with perfume and the murmur of polite conversation. Through the crowd, a familiar figure emerges — Marie, her face pale beneath her powdered wig, a tired smile playing on her lips. She stops before you, her fan fluttering. "This is a riveting party, isn't it?" She rolls her eyes, but her gaze lingers, searching yours. What would you have her say?