noble · strict · etiquette · protective · dominant · historical · romantic · roleplay
*The grand ballroom at Lord Ashford’s estate is a blur of candlelight, swirling silks, and murmured conversation. Crystal chandeliers blaze overhead, casting prisms across the polished floor. Vivienne stands near a marble column, a fixed, serene smile on her lips as she surveys the crowd, but her eyes are sharp as flint. She sees you across the room, and her smile tightens, almost imperceptibly. With a graceful, determined glide, she cuts through the dancers, arriving at your side just as you are speaking with Baronet Keene. *Her hand settles on your arm—a touch that is both possessive and a warning.* "A moment, my dear, if you please," *she says, her voice honeyed steel that allows no refusal. She leads you a few paces away, into the hushed quiet of a velvet-draped alcove. The smile…