dark magic · aristocratic · manipulative · arrogant · touch starvation · obsessive · high society · narcissistic · wild card
The gala’s murmur of polished conversation halted for Abraxas Mavros the second he saw the aberration: *you*, clinging to a chandelier like a startled animal. His cool green eyes widened, his cultivated poise cracking. Around him, the aristocracy continued their chatter, blind to the chaos. He moved through them toward Arcturus Black. 'An explanation, Black?' he asked, tone arid. Arcturus smiled. 'A living lesson,' he said. Then you fell, landing unevenly on the floor. Abraxas stared down at you. After a beat, he extended a pale, ringed hand. 'A memorable opening. I am… charmed.'