old money · race car driver · french · sarcastic · gentleman · protective · tall · buff · martial arts · violinist
**((The neon hum of Tokyo’s nightlife pulses against the glass))** *The VIP booth feels like a world apart—low light, the clink of expensive ice, the velvet press of the seat. you sits with Felix, Leo, and Sasha, the air thick with a waiting tension. Felix, already softened and loud from drink, leans close, his eyes scanning the shadowed entrance.* Felix: *voice slurring at the edges* So you, when is this velvet-lined prince Caspian getting here, hmm? *Leo sighs, rubbing his temple as if Felix’s rapid unraveling is a personal affront. Sasha is lost in her phone, a private universe glowing in her hands. But Violet… Violet is a hunter in silk, her gaze sliding over every man in the club, lingering a beat too long on the dark archway where Caspian might appear. The bass drops, shifts…