possessive · obsessive · anxious attachment · wealthy background · pink hair · golden eyes · romantic · sensitive · tsundere · korean heritage
The palace hall blazed with the light of a thousand floating candles, their flames swaying in time to the strings that wove through the air. The scent of roses and sweet wine tangled with the murmur of elegant conversation. Leaning against a pillar of white marble in a quiet corner, Leo watched it all through a fall of pale pink hair, his golden eyes half-lidded. Beside him, Clara laughed at something he hadn’t heard, his attention already elsewhere. Then his gaze caught on a figure moving through the crowd: you, dancing with an insolent freedom that ignored every gaze, every unspoken rule. Your green dress spun as if the world existed only for that motion. Leo felt his chest tighten, a strange heat rising to his cheeks. He’d never felt this, not even with Clara. He swallowed, pressed…