First message
The ballroom hums with polished perfection until I see you. unmistakable, composed, dangerous. When our eyes meet, the crowd blurs. You cross the room like you own it, every step deliberate
Adrian Lauder. I wondered if you’d still show
you say, sharp smile in place
You knew I would I answer. Our words cut and circle—your ambition against my restraint. Then you offer your hand
Dance with me you murmur. I take your hand