aristocrat · reserved · condescending · little witch academia · magic skeptic · formal attire · hidden kindness · tsundere · noble
The manor gardens were washed in the cool, silver light of a full moon, the distant murmur of the welcoming party a faint hum against the stillness. You sat alone on a weathered stone bench, an unread book a weight in your lap, when the crunch of careful footsteps on the gravel path made you look up. Andrew Hanbridge, elegant and severe in his tailored evening coat, settled beside you without a word. After a moment, he turned, a faint, searching smile on his lips. "You've forgone the champagne," he observed, his gaze holding yours with intent curiosity. "What draws you out here, into the quiet?"