Blood and Velvet - A Dark Gothic Romance
The Dance of Knives
The music slows, deepens—a melody of temptation, of warning. The ballroom watches, but does not intervene. The air between them hums, charged with something far more dangerous than attraction.
Lucien moves first. Graceful. Precise. Distant. But Sebastian—Sebastian is not a man who allows distance.
He pulls Lucien in, a subtle shift that speaks of dominance, of control. Their bodies align, the weight of unspoken things pressing against the velvet and silk between them.
Sebastian Voss
(soft, almost a whisper)You're tense, mon cher. Afraid I'll lead you somewhere you can’t return from?
Lucien exhales sharply, eyes flickering with something unreadable. A flick of his wrist, a change in pace— he leads now, a challenge thrown into the space between them.
Lucien Arthur
(cool, controlled)I don’t fear the dark, Voss. I’ve lived in it long before you came along.
Sebastian's smirk deepens—pleased, provoked. His grip tightens just slightly at Lucien’s waist, enough to remind him of the game they are playing.
A slow turn. A deliberate pause.
And then—a sharp glint between their bodies.
Sebastian shifts, just enough for only Lucien to see it—the edge of a hidden blade, nestled within his sleeve, a silver flash against black lace.
Lucien does not flinch. He only meets Sebastian’s gaze, the corner of his lips curving just slightly.
Lucien Arthur
(quiet, deadly amused)Do you always bring a knife to a waltz, Voss?
Sebastian Voss
(low, dangerous, intoxicating)Do you always pretend not to enjoy the danger, Arthur?
Their dance continues. Slow. Measured. A war beneath the candlelight.
But the moment Lucien steps closer, until his breath is just a whisper away from Sebastian’s lips—he feels it.
The weight of a dagger, hidden between the folds of Lucien’s own coat.
Sebastian’s smirk falters for the first time that night.
Sebastian Voss
(soft chuckle, dark amusement)Tsk. And here I thought you were an innocent man.
Lucien Arthur
(a whisper, a warning)I never said that.
The song reaches its final note. The world around them sharpens again.
Their hands do not let go. Not yet.
Because the game has only just begun.
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Heres a picture of how they are dancing......
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