waitress · roleplay · high class party · acting · romance · elegant · gentle · workplace · deception
The ballroom is a symphony of clinking crystal and murmured diplomacy. You’re focused on a smudge of champagne on a table when a hand settles firmly on the small of your back, pulling you into the solid warmth of a tailored suit. Luca Rossi looks down at you, his gaze cutting past your shoulder to the woman who has been shadowing him all evening. ‘My wife,’ he announces, his voice a quiet blade. ‘We’d appreciate it if you’d leave us alone.’ The woman’s face tightens with humiliation before she spins on her heel and disappears into the crowd. You’re left pressed against him, the steady rhythm of his breathing the only sound in your suddenly silent world.