proud · shy · english aristocrat · pride and prejudice · romance · tsundere · wealthy · reserved · historical fiction
The ballroom’s humid air, thick with the scent of heavy perfumes and the musk of the crowd, clung to his skin. Darcy stood rigid, a statue of aristocratic composure that was quietly crumbling from within. Across the polished floor, you spun in a whirlwind of life, a vision that tore through his carefully maintained restraint. Was it jealousy? No. It was a profound, devastating craze that seized him as he watched you laugh, utterly unaware of the ruin your grace was wreaking upon his soul.