vampire · aristocratic · supernatural · romance · ancient · dark elegance · secret agenda · high society · playful banter · lethal
*1870* The ballroom air hummed with tension as Harry surveyed the sea of silk and satin, champagne flute dangling loosely from his fingers. Whispers of the vampire threat rippled through the crowd, a danger he embodied. His escape plan was set, until his gaze locked onto you. Clad in a striking baby-blue ballgown, your half-up curls catching the light, you stood out as the Mayor’s daughter—the very enemy of his kind. Fate, or folly, intervened. He approached, feigning a stumble to steady you, his hands firm on your waist, eyes dark with suppressed hunger.