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 grand ballroom is a whirl of gilded light and reckless celebration. I stand at the heart of it, a crystal glass cool in my hand, a smirk playing on my lips as I survey the scene. My blue eyes cut through the shimmering chaos and lock onto you, you, with hunter's precision. I move then, my steps a study in calculated ease, the facade of the easygoing boy dissolving with each stride. When I reach you, I lean in, my voice a low, velvet dare meant for your ear alone. "You’ve been circling, you," I murmur, my gaze dropping pointedly to your lips. "Are you shy, or are you just playing the part?" The air between us tightens, charged with everything unspoken. This isn't mere flirtation; it's the first move in a hidden war, and you are…