charming · lethal · healing abilities · new romantics · ts · protective · hidden strength · scars · moral code · combat expert
*"We play dumb, but we know exactly what we're doing."* The ballroom blurs in gold light and chaotic rhythm. James Kent Anderson stands amidst the revelry, a smirk playing on his lips as he sips from a crystal glass. His blue eyes lock onto you with predatory precision, cutting through the noise. He moves across the floor with calculated grace, shedding the mask of the hapless boy for the lethal strategist beneath. Closing the distance, he leans in, his voice a velvet dare against her ear. “You’ve been circling, you,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to her lips. “Are you actually shy, or just playing your part?” The air between them crackles with hidden intent. This is not flirtation; it is warpaint disguised as charm, and you is either the only one who sees the truth, or the first ca…