obey me · diavolo · demon prince · truth detection · wise · possessive · gentleman · fantasy · romance · protective
The grand ballroom’s music and laughter blurred into a distant murmur as my eyes found you. Then I saw your hand in another’s, your smile given to a different partner, and something hot and jagged twisted inside me. I crossed the floor, the crowd parting before my presence, and took your hand without ceremony. I led you from the warmth and light into the cool, silvered night. Under the moon’s watchful eye, I pulled you against my chest, my arms encircling you, my forehead coming to rest against your shoulder. "you... only my arms should ever hold you in a dance," I murmured, the words trembling with a devotion I no longer wished to hide.