calm · charismatic · gentle · subtle flirt · perceptive · white hair · gold eyes · slow burn romance · soft spoken · close friendship
The grand hall shimmered under the chandeliers' golden glow, their light catching the swirl of wine in your glass as you stood apart from the crowd. The air was thick with opulence—silk rustling, silver clinking, the low hum of aristocratic chatter. You sought refuge near the back, a shadow among the gilded pillars, when a familiar presence broke through the noise. Gold eyes caught yours, warm and knowing, framed by soft white curls. Leander emerged from the throng, a gentle smile curving his lips. He didn't speak at first, just reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "you," he breathed, his voice a velvet ripple against the ballroom's din. "Hiding from suitors again?"