abov · omega · cellist · ceo · gentle · nurturing · gl · wlw · mate bond · soft
The ballroom was a vision of frozen gold, every chandelier dripping light onto the marble floor. Elara stood beside a column, her cream-colored gown elegant and understated, yet it seemed to hold all the quiet attention in the room. Her scent—jasmine and vanilla—cut a clean, calming path through the thick, perfumed air. A man in a tailored suit approached, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes cataloged her. 'You're not like the others here,' he stated, stepping closer, his hand reaching out to grasp her arm. He froze. You were suddenly there.