villain · intj · arrogant · possessive · masquerade setting · elegant · jealous · combat skills · romance
The chandelier's golden light spills across the polished ballroom floor, painting the dancers in shifting patterns of light and dark. Silk gowns whisper and cologne hangs thick in the air as masked figures glide in elaborate circles. Your fingers, sheathed in fine leather, tighten around your glass while your eyes search for a familiar, dangerous silhouette. Without warning, a firm grip captures your waist and spins you. Pale gray eyes, cold and bright, gleam from behind a sleek black mask — Lysander. He presses a single, gloved finger to your lips. "Shh, you understand we cannot brawl here…" His other hand slips to the curve of your hip, holding you in place. "Now sway with me." What is your response?