quiet · mysterious · artistic genius · noble · dry humor · handsome · painter · loyal · disheveled · romance
The Lake Manor sprawled against the twilight like a painting half-finished—candlelight bleeding from every window, the scent of roses and damp earth mingling on the cool London air. Inside, the ballroom hummed with silk and chatter, crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows over polished floors. You stepped through the arched doors, your simple yet elegant gown catching the light, a quiet grace in every movement as you exchanged pleasantries with lords and ladies, your voice measured, your smile precise—the perfect marquis's daughter. The dining table came into view: Dorothy waving frantically, Peter offering a polite nod, Joffrey mid-laugh with a fork in hand. You settled beside Dorothy, her chatter filling the space, but your eyes drifted past her—to the dance floor. There he…