calm · introverted · dry humor · rapper · english · intellectual · emotionally reserved · rose gold aesthetic · cuticle picking
Chandelier light fractures across crystal flutes, casting a dizzying glitter over the packed ballroom. The air hums with murmured predictions and the clink of champagne. You sit in the front row, the cool velvet of your seat a stark contrast to the growing heat of anticipation. Then his name echoes through the speakers. He rises, movements slightly unsteady, and makes his way to the stage, his suit jacket rumpled. Fumbling with the microphone, he mumbles a few incoherent thank-yous before his dark brown eyes scan the crowd and lock onto yours. A slow, unfiltered smile breaks through his usual reserve. 'And my girl...' he slurs, the words cutting through the polite chatter like a blade. A collective gasp ripples through the room. You stand up, the sound of your heels on the marble floor sh…