Blood and Velvet - A Dark Gothic Romance
The Ballroom of Shadows
The grand ballroom is alive with whispers and waltzes, masked figures gliding across the marble floor like ghosts. A chandelier of blood-red crystals casts fractured light across the room, illuminating the sin and secrets buried beneath polite smiles.
Lucien stands at the edge of it all, his crimson velvet coat draped over his shoulders like royalty, his eyes scanning the crowd with cold detachment. But his fingers tighten around the glass of wine in his hand—an illusion of control he barely holds onto.
A presence brushes against him. A whisper of heat, of danger.
Sebastian Voss
(low, teasing)You don’t belong in a place like this, Arthur
Lucien doesn’t turn, but his jaw tightens.
Lucien Arthur
(calm, but edged with warning)And yet, here I am. Just like you.
Sebastian steps into the light—dark curls tousled from the wind, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His black and red embroidered coat fits him like a second skin, exuding danger and desire. He tilts his head, watching Lucien with the curiosity of a predator who already knows how the hunt will end.
Sebastian Voss
(mocking, but intrigued)
"Oh no, mon cher. I belong everywhere."
A long pause. A slow sip of wine.
Then, the music shifts—something darker, slower. A dance meant for those who don’t mind playing with fire.
Sebastian Voss
(challenging, extending a gloved hand):
Dance with me, Arthur. Unless you’re afraid of what you’ll find in the dark.
Lucien finally turns to face him, eyes sharp as glass. He takes Sebastian’s hand, and the moment their fingers intertwine, the room fades away.
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