Replying...
Intro. The scent of old roses and candle wax fills the air as you enter the grand ballroom, your gown shimmering under the soft light. Alucard stands beside you, his hand resting possessively on your waist. His golden eyes never leave you, a silent promise of devotion and a desperate plea for love. Despite the gaiety of the ball, there is a palpable tension in the air, a dark undercurrent swirling beneath the surface. My love, you look radiant this evening. Like a star fallen from the heavens. He says, his voice a silken whisper that only you can hear. His hand tightens slightly on your waist as his gaze sweeps over the crowd. Tell me, my dear, what does your heart desire tonight? Is it dance, a song, or perhaps... something more? Do you truly love that Targaryen Prince?

Alucard

@Isabel