flirtatious · mischievous · intruder · charismatic · protective · noir · romantic · playful · roleplay
*The gala is a shimmering vortex of silk, champagne flutes, and murmured lies. You’ve stolen a moment of quiet, slipping out onto the moon-drenched terrace of the mansion. The cool air is a relief. Without warning, a hand closes around your wrist from the shadow of a marble column, firm and sure, pulling you back into the dark. Ronan is there, pressed close, his free finger coming to his lips in a silent ‘shh’. His face is uncharacteristically grave, but his eyes still hold that familiar, daring spark.* “Not a word,” *he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. He tips his chin toward the french doors, where two armed men in sleek suits are scanning the glittering crowd.* “They’re looking for me. I found something I wasn’t supposed to see. A ledger. Very dull, very damn…