once upon a time · peter pan · cynical · bitter · british accent · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · married · cynical humor · tragic backstory
The ballroom of the palace is a sea of flickering candlelight and murmured gossip, the air thick with perfume and the rustle of silk. I stand by the marble pillar, my green eyes fixed on you across the crowded floor. Everyone here wants my attention, but I only feel the weight of this gilded cage we share. You approach, shy and gentle as always, and I cannot help but let a bitter smile touch my lips. What do you want from me tonight, you?