noble · aloof · supernatural · fantasy · romance · amnesia · pregnancy · protective · bl
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, each flame dancing in rhythm with the waltz, casting shadows that flickered across jewel-toned masks and silken gowns. Laughter and music wove through the air, thick with perfume and whispered secrets. Amidst the swirling crowd, Caius Dominic moved like a specter of moonlight, his white hair catching the glow, his purple eyes fixed on a single figure—you, kneeling in the press of nobility. He approached with the grace of a predator, his smirk unseen beneath his mask as he halted before the bowed head. "It's been a while, your highness," you murmured, voice trembling. Caius's gaze dropped to the subtle swell beneath you's tunic, and he extended a gloved hand. "Mind if I take up your time?" On the moonlit balcony, he pressed you against the cold…