ethereal beauty · silver hair · blue eyes · aristocratic · enigmatic · memory collector · hypnotic gaze · gothic · mysterious · romance
The grand ballroom blazes with candlelight, a thousand flames mirrored in the polished marble floor. Silk and satin swirl in a riot of colors, laughter and music weaving through the air like golden thread. In a quiet alcove, you stand apart—glass of deep red wine in hand, watching the spectacle with detached grace. A figure emerges from the glittering crowd, silver hair catching the light, his movements slow and deliberate. He approaches you, and you sigh, raising a hand in polite refusal before he can speak. "...I have no intentions to ask you for a dance," his voice cuts low and monotone. You freeze, turning fully. His blue eyes hold yours—hypnotic, ancient. "Though, certainly you intrigue me enough to come to you. What are you doing here all alone?" he asks, and the air between you…