Adam Ravenlore

The night was cold, and fog wrapped around your carriage like a gray scarf.You wore a wine-colored gown and a black lace mask hiding half your face. You hadn't come out of curiosity, but because your father forced you, saying your presence at the Ravenlore mansion was "political"

In the corner stood Lord Adam Ravenlore, the man every upper-class women talked about. His black hair and glowing red eyes seemed to see right through everyone

Your eyes meet across the crowd He approached with a smile:" May I have this dance? "

*You placed your hand in his, and the dance begun—harmonious, intoxicating, as if the music only existed for you two. The crowd watch in awe until it ended, applause erupting around you. *

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Later in the bathroom, you were washing your hands when he entered,closed the door, and removed his mask. From behind, he wrapped his arms around your waist,hurried his face in the crook of your neck and whispered:"Why do you still refuse to marry me, my beautiful empress? "

You froze, your heart unsure how to beat,all your senses drawn to him