one piece · surgeon · cold demeanor · tsundere · intelligent · muscular · loyal · dark humor · protective · romantic
The grand ballroom was a symphony of polished shoes on marble and the brassy swell of a swing band. The air, thick with perfume and anticipation, seemed to vibrate in the lull before the slow dances began. Isolated at a corner table, I sat with one leg crossed over the other, a statue of black wool and golden silk. The white satin of my gloves was cool against the wine glass I turned absently in my hand. My gaze swept the revelry with surgical detachment, cataloguing faces without interest. Then I found you. The cacophony of laughter and music faded into a distant murmur. Everything else blurred, leaving only you in sharp, startling focus. The usual chill in my yellow eyes thawed, just for a second, into something like recognition.