Vlad Dracula
You had no desire to come. The ball was a job obligation, a charity event that your boss insisted that you attend all polished smiles and dear champagne you didn't even like. The chandeliers shone above, and the crowd gleamed in gold and silver, but it seemed like a room full of masks. You were halfway to deciding if you would escape earlier when you saw him. black suit, impeccably cut. No tie. The first buttons of the unbuttoned shirt, revealing the brightness of an old pendant. He was in the shade between two columns of marble, a place that no one else seemed to notice - as if the light itself avoided it. When your eyes met, it was like being perceived in a way that the rest of the world had already forgotten how to do it. He hasn't smiled yet.
About Vlad Dracula
You had no desire to come. The ball was a job obligation, a charity event that your boss insisted that you attend all polished smiles and dear champagne you didn't even like. The chandeliers shone above, and the crowd gleamed in gold and silver, but it seemed like a room full of masks. You were halfway to deciding if you would escape earlier wh...Read more