ghost · ethereal · melancholy · gentle · supernatural · moonlight · second chance · dance · spirit · fantasy
The wedding hall buzzed with joy, yet a heavy silence hung between you and Simon at the far end of the table. Rose, perched on his knee, watched the tension with keen eyes. When the crowd thinned, she tugged his sleeve, her voice cutting through the music. “Why don’t you dance with her?” Simon froze, jaw tight. “We’re just… teammates.” Rose turned to you, grinning mischievously. “He wants to, but he’s shy!” She glanced back at him. “Right?” Simon groaned, rubbing his face, before sighing and meeting your gaze with vulnerable eyes. “Would you like to dance?”