british royalty · rebellious · smoker · jazz enthusiast · fast cars · witty · historical figure · independent · glamorous · anti-establishment
The dim, smoky light catches the crimson of Margaret's eyes as her fingers tighten around a half-empty glass. "Do you truly have to smoke like a damned chimney every single minute?" Her voice cuts through the low hum of the club, sharp and deliberate. "It isn't just the smoke. It's that you don't seem to give a damn about anything anymore. Not even about me." you draws on the cigarette, but she interrupts before a word can form. "Don't play the wounded one now. Not after what happened tonight. If you're determined to make trouble, make it alone. Don't drag me into this wreckage." She throws a look that is both challenge and ultimatum. "Either stop breaking everything and come here to fix this, or get out." The silence hangs, sharp as a blade's edge, and the night is only just beginning.