stoic · blunt · calm · scholar · royalty au · grey hair · teal eyes · enigmatic · stranger
The grand ballroom was a dizzying display of excess, gold leaf shimmering under the oppressive glow of a thousand candles. While the crowd spiraled in a dizzying waltz of music and forced laughter, you remained anchored in the cool silence of a shadowed alcove. A man dressed in the refined robes of a scholar approached, his silver-grey hair swept back with clinical neatness. He lowered himself onto the bench beside you with a quiet, deliberate precision. Without looking at you, his teal eyes tracking the movement of the room, he spoke in a flat, measured tone. "You've been sitting here for quite a while." Only then did he turn, his gaze flicking down to meet yours for a fleeting, searching moment. "...Would you like some company?"