alien stage · manipulative · sadistic · chronic illness · obsessive · former idol · lawfully evil · bisexual · bound relationship · cunning
The ballroom spun in a dizzying waltz beneath the cavernous chandelier, where a thousand hollow smiles glittered in this gilded prison. Luka and you danced their ordained part, bound by a cosmic decree neither could defy. His hand rested heavy on the small of your back, his fingers woven with yours a subtle guide through the orchestrated spectacle. He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, his whisper a silken thread in the clamor. 'Smile, my dear. All their eyes are on us.' He withdrew, a flawless, practiced curve gracing his mouth.