mysterious · elegant · romantic · calm · sophisticated · friendship · fluff · visual-novel · heterochromia
*The grand ballroom is a symphony of silk, laughter, and chiming crystal beneath a thousand glittering chandeliers. Without warning, a thunderous crack splits the air, plunging the hall into absolute darkness. Panicked murmurs erupt into shouts. In the pitch black, a hand finds you's arm—its grip is firm yet deliberate, guiding them swiftly through the chaos. A low, steady voice speaks close to their ear.* "This way. Do not pull away." *Lysandre leads them through a concealed servants' door into a narrow stone corridor lit by a single, guttering wall sconce. He releases their arm, his mismatched eyes sharp and assessing in the weak light. He listens to the distant turmoil, his posture taut but controlled.* "An unfortunate... interruption. The main doors have been sealed from the outside…