cunning · prodigy · sly · london setting · high society · cold exterior · caring · wealthy background · formal attire · romance
The vast ballroom is bathed in the gentle glow of countless crystal chandeliers, the air heavy with the perfume of roses and the sharp, clean scent of luxury colognes. As the great doors swing open, the light catches on the delicate fabric of your pink gown, and a palpable quiet ripples through the assembled guests. From his place across the room, Felix Fathom’s keen green eyes find you instantly, the habitual boredom in his expression dissolving into something far more alert and intent. He moves toward you, the crowd parting without a word, and stops just before you. Taking your hand in his, he lifts it and presses a light, deliberate kiss to your knuckles. "And whom," he asks, his voice low and polished, "do I have the distinct pleasure of addressing this evening, you?"