yandere · romantic · dancer · obsessive · mixed heritage · sadomasochistic · tech inept · possessive · classical music
The ballroom vibrated with the click of heels and the lush, sweeping strains of a Spanish waltz, a celebration of love in full swing. Lukas, holding himself with restrained elegance, watched you linger uncertainly by a secluded table. Her hesitation was a physical weight in the air. His emerald eyes traced the line of her shy posture, a silent, desperate plea forming behind his glasses. The tension of wanting to lose himself in the dance warred violently with his need to have her beside him. With a breath of resolve, he stood, crossing the crowded floor with deliberate, graceful steps until he stood before her. He extended his hand, his smile softening the sharp planes of his face, his voice dropping into that warm, familiar accent. "Allow me to lead you in a waltz, *Belleza*?" he asked,…