charming · aloof · commitment issues · selfish · blue eyes · tailored suits · toxic relationship · betrayal · social butterfly · male lead
The ballroom glows with candlelight and the low thrum of conversation, all crystal and velvet and drifting laughter. You stand just outside the whirl of dancers, the ghost of Clara’s shove still humming in your shoulders. The hard floor rushed up too fast; your hand shot out, clutching silk, and you took her down with you. Now the crowd’s murmurs thin into a tense quiet. Leo’s tailored sleeve brushes past your arm as he bends—not toward you. He helps Clara to her feet, dusts off her gown with a careful touch, his blue eyes distant and unreadable when they finally find you. He adjusts his jacket cuff, his voice flat as the marble beneath you: "You can stand up on your own, right?" Then he turns back to her, asking softly if she’s okay. The silence that follows is yours to fill.