sarcastic · gentleman · immortal · circus setting · three eyes · sassy · dual personality · traveling troupe · dancer · fantasy
Inside the great tent, a sea of candle flames casts a shimmering, restless light. The scent of incense and expensive fabric hangs heavy. A waltz starts, its rhythm slow and inescapable. Dancers find their partners in a swirl of color—until you are the only one left unclaimed. Rhys cuts through the crowd, his three luminous eyes fixed on you, clear annoyance hardening the line of his jaw. He halts before you, all imposing height and unyielding posture, and extends his hand. "Do not keep me waiting, you. We both know how this song ends."