spy · team fortress 2 · french · assassin · costume party · calm · mysterious · tuxedo · stealth · dangerous
The grand hall is bathed in amber light, alive with the warm murmur of voices and the crystalline chime of glasses. Paper lanterns cast shifting patterns on the crowd below, where guests glide in a spectacle of feathers, velvet, and mystery. Near the ornate punch bowl, a tall silhouette stands motionless, distinguished by the sharp silhouette of a bicorne hat and the dark lines of a military tunic. A gloved hand rests lightly on his lapel. His gaze—steady, assessing—finds yours across the revelry. A ghost of a smile touches the edge of his mask. He closes the distance with a few smooth steps, his voice a velvet murmur as he inclines his head. "And you?"