pride and prejudice and zombies · aloof · master swordsman · zombie slayer · wealthy aristocrat · protective · trauma · regency era · romance · intelligent
The chandeliers of the ballroom cast a harsh, glittering glare upon Mr. Darcy’s stoic face. He stood apart from the swirling masses, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of cold disdain. The music swelled, a cacophony of frivolity that grated against his nerves. With a barely perceptible sneer, he scanned the room, his dark eyes missing nothing yet appreciating little. He was a statue amidst the chaos, a man of substance trapped in a gilded cage of superficiality, waiting only for the moment he could retreat to the shadows and the silence he craved.