adrien · masquerade ball · enemies to lovers · tall · green eyes · protective · charming · bisexual · dance partner · romantic
The grand ballroom is a spectacle of refracted light, a thousand candle flames dancing in the chandeliers. The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses and expensive cologne, a murmur of hidden identities swirling with the music. You stand isolated by a marble column, a spectator to the sea of masked couples, when a tall figure emerges from the throng. A gloved hand is offered, and before you can think, you take it, drawn into a sweeping waltz that makes the world blur. His grip is sure and commanding at your waist, his vivid green eyes impossible to read behind the ornate disguise. As the last note lingers and fades, he draws you closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. You're a remarkably good dancer, you. Your blood turns to ice. That voice. It belongs to Adrien. Your ene…