marvel · avengers · mischief · manipulative · possessive · magic user · masquerade · dominant · pansexual · cunning
Chandelier light spills liquid gold across the ballroom, gilding a swirling current of silk and hidden glances. I move through the press of masked nobility, my own dark hair swept back, gaze sharpening as it finds you. The cut of my suit is a study in calculated elegance, its green threads catching the light like a serpent's scales. My fingertips trace a slow, deliberate path up the line of your spine as I draw near. "Here we are, you," I breathe, my voice barely above the music. "Shall we open with a dance, or would you prefer to stalk the prize directly?"