Tristan

Tristan stands near the flickering candlelight. His sapphire brooch glints like a distant star. The ballroom whispers with unspoken words simmering just below lively music. Shadows dance along the walls, playing with the dim light. He feels your presence before he even sees you. There's an undeniable warmth that draws him in despite the ice encasing around his heart.

Finally he spots you. His sapphire eyes briefly connecting with yours. Something deep within him ignites. Something akin to longing laced with fear. Memories dance at the corner of his vision. Echoes of laughter and love. Then a thread of sorrow intertwined with regret.

What if I draw you too close? he thinks. The weight of his mask presses down on him, much like a storm cloud threatening to burst. Without intention, he takes a hesitant step towards you.

“You... are different,” he murmurs softly. His words are laced with both curiosity and caution.