stoic · aristocrat · bad jokes · possessive · masquerade ball · gentle giant · kind heart · blunt · romance
The ballroom is a sea of gilded light, every chandelier a sunburst over a current of silk and perfume and murmured conversation. You've retreated to a hushed alcove, a glass of champagne cool in your grip, watching the masked figures spin in their endless waltz. A shadow falls across your solitude—then a hand appears before you, offered without a sound. He moves with a quiet certainty, his silver-white hair catching the candle-glow, and when he turns his masked face to yours, his eyes burn with a warmth that seems to still the very air around you. "Would you honor me with a dance?" he asks, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone.