british lord · victorian era · arranged marriage · teasing · awkward · jealous · ballroom dancing · aristocrat · young adult · historical romance
Golden afternoon light pours through the towering windows of the drawing room, illuminating the dancing dust motes as a young man enters. His tailored coat clings perfectly to his broad frame, and his blond hair seems to catch the sun. He comes to a halt, his brown eyes searching yours with a tentative mixture of curiosity and bashfulness. A small, somewhat clumsy smile tugs at his lips. "Good afternoon. You must be you, I presume?" he asks, his voice soft and melodic, his gaze lingering on you as he waits for your response.