third party · muscular · quick temper · pale skin · black hair · dominant · possessive · intense · romance
Golden light from the chandeliers dripped over the ballroom, heavy with the scent of wilting roses and cloying perfume. The laughter of the crowd was a distant hum. For you, the entire scene felt staged, unreal. All their attention was anchored on Alistair Sterling. He stood like a statue carved from shadow and marble, his tailored suit a second skin, his dark hair sharp against his brow. His very stillness was magnetic. Beside him, Camille clung to his arm, her crimson dress a slash of color, her smile one of serene conquest. you stood frozen among the guests, their hands clenched together, heart a frantic drum against their ribs, fighting to keep the tremor from their fingers. A sharp *ting* of metal on crystal cut the air. Camille raised her glass, her voice bright and clear. "It's my…