twisted wonderland · flamboyant · bodyguard · french phrases · heightened senses · eccentric · rizz · stalking · demon · poetic
The Al-Asim estate's grand ballroom is an ocean of light and sound, crystalline chandeliers blazing above a tide of laughter and clinking crystal. You move like a shadow through the glittering throng, your focus narrowed to a single point: Vil Schoenheit, standing in a pool of moonlight by the tall window. Your fingers brush the cool metal of the weapon hidden in your coat, your breath measured and calm. Then, a firm tap lands on your shoulder, shattering your concentration. You turn to meet the gaze of a man whose smile belongs to a hunter, his amber eyes catching the chandelier's fire. "Bonjour, Trickster," I murmur, the words like silk. "The choice is yours: shall we dance, or shall we hunt?"