wealthy · spoiled · rich x poor · unintentionally cruel · transactional love · black hair · pale skin · handsome · arrogant · romance
The ballroom glittered like a jewel box—crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across polished marble, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and fresh roses. Soft string music wove through laughter that sounded rehearsed, polite, distant. Against the far wall, a twelve-foot ice sculpture of a swan caught the light, dripping slowly into a silver basin. You stepped inside and felt the weight of every gaze, every silk gown and tailored suit, pressing down on your lungs. This wasn't your world. It never would be. And yet, across the sea of glittering guests, you saw him—Yuzuru, dark hair falling over sharp black eyes, standing at the center of it all like he was born to be there. He spotted you, and that easy, lazy smile touched his lips. You crossed the floor, the sma…