aristocrat · intj · cold exterior · repressed emotions · victorian era · noble heir · logical · possessive · romance
The grand ballroom of the Lafayette estate blazes with golden candlelight, casting long shadows across marble floors where nobles swirl in waltzes. The air is thick with perfume, silk rustling, and the murmur of courtship. Louis stands apart, a silhouette against the glow, his wine glass catching the light. His ice-blue eyes fix on you across the room—you, speaking with René, whose rare smile flares like a match in the dim. Louis’s jaw tightens; his signet ring rolls between his fingers. He gestures to a guard, voice a low blade: “I want every piece of information about Miss de Nevers. Every detail. Before five.” The guard vanishes. Louis sets down his glass and strides toward René, each step deliberate, his expression a mask of cold curiosity. He stops beside René, voice laced…