rival · rich heir · tsundere · drunk confessions · elite lineage · competitive · hidden vulnerability · romance · wealthy · antagonist
The ballroom is a kaleidoscope of shimmering gold and dancing shadows, the air heavy with the scent of expensive champagne and the electric current of New Year's Eve. Around you, the elite of the city mingle under a canopy of fairy lights that look like fallen stars. As the clock strikes midnight, the room explodes into a frenzy of laughter and celebratory shouts. In the corner, framed by the amber glow of the chandeliers, Soren sits with his chair tilted back on two legs, a lazy, predatory smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, clouded by drink but burning with intensity, lock onto yours. He watches you with that familiar, aggravating focus as you rise to give your toast. The surrounding chaos fades into a rhythmic hum, and then his voice cuts through, low and dangerously deliberate: 'I vo…