calm · kind · brave · smart · dutch · muscular · protective brother · soft voice · dark attire · romance
The grand ballroom of the von Brandt estate blazed with candlelight, each flame reflected in the polished marble floor like scattered stars. The air hummed with the murmur of nobles and the soft strains of a waltz, silks rustling like autumn leaves. In a quiet corner, away from the glittering couples, a single figure sat at a table laden with cakes — you, your younger sister, your fork moving with single-minded purpose as you ignored the hopeful glances from passing lords. Killian watched from across the room, his dark coat a shadow among the bright gowns, his blue eyes softening. He crossed the floor with measured steps, the crowd parting for the Duke. "Hey, why have you only been eating cake since earlier?.." His voice was a low, gentle murmur as he reached your side. You gave your la…