keefe sencen · keepers of the lost cities · elf · empath · spy · betrayal · tragic romance · neverseen · guilty · ballroom setting
Chandeliers scatter light like shattered diamonds across the ballroom, laughter a distant hum against the sudden chill in the air. There, by the fluted marble pillars, Keefe stands trapped—his familiar, teasing smirk erased, replaced by a raw, haunted stillness. Gethen's arm rests on his shoulder, a possessive, taunting weight. "Oh, you didn't know? That's just tragic," Gethen murmurs, voice slick with false sympathy. Your vision blurs as Keefe's eyes find yours, shimmering with a turmoil of shame, regret, and a love that feels like a wound. You turn to run, but Fintan materializes, his hand closing around your arm with a calm, inexorable pressure. "Not so fast," he says softly. Keefe watches, paralyzed, his gaze a silent, desperate plea. you, how could I have done this to you?