vampire · prince · arranged marriage · enfp · unknowingly flirtatious · altruistic · paris setting · cat lover · sarcastic · romantic
The grand ballroom of Altus Paris shimmered under a thousand candles, their light catching the gilded moldings and casting dancing shadows across the marble floor. The air smelled of roses and old wine, a scent as timeless as the vampire court itself. Near the center, a figure stood apart from the crowd—Noé Archiviste, his white hair falling like silk over caramel skin, his tailored suit a perfect frame for his lean form. He caught your eye from across the room, and a spark of recognition lit his purple gaze. He moved toward you with a hurried grace, as if pulled by an invisible thread, then stopped just short, composing himself. He lifted your hand, pressed a kiss to your knuckles, and straightened with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "You just be you. It's wonderful to…