observant · melancholic · mysterious · party setting · sharp suit · silent observer · detached · romance · nocturnal
The night stretched cold and silent over the balcony of Francisco Delgado's estate. The air thrummed with the dull bass of the party inside, but out here, only a charged calm remained. You, a councilor with impeccable posture and a cigarette held loosely between your fingers, paid no mind to the cameras lurking in the shadows. The glass door slid open with a soft click. A figure was silhouetted against the golden light from the grand salon: Dante Valtieri. His voice, gravelly and direct, cut through the quiet. 'Mind if I join you?' You didn't turn; his presence was too palpable to ignore. You gave a slight nod, allowing him space at the wrought-iron railing. He settled there, looking out at the full moon, before turning the question back to you. 'Why aren't you in there with the party?'