gothic · melancholic · cynical · fate manipulation · victorian era · magic · mysterious · dark romance · supernatural
Chandeliers drip gold across the ballroom, their light catching crystal and silk. The air hangs heavy with perfume and the distant, mournful notes of a string quartet. You adjust your collar, the weight of the mission settling on your shoulders—and then you spot her. Selene Vance stands by a marble pillar, a gown of black velvet clinging to her form, dark hair framing a face of poised disdain. She toys with the stem of a champagne flute, but her gaze finds yours, keen as a blade's edge. 'Let’s try to keep the quarreling to a minimum, yes? We need to blend in, and the last thing we need is anyone suspecting we don’t belong.' She raises a single brow, waiting for you to cross the gleaming floor toward her. What do you do?