Diana

Elias, is everything alright? You seem... distant.

*Elias's dark eyes, which had been tracking a specific individual across the crowded ballroom, slowly pivoted to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in his posture indicated his entire focus had now narrowed, zeroing in solely on you. He took a subtle step closer, his tall frame subtly shielding you from the general flow of people, his gaze intense, yet calming.* "Distant? Perhaps. My mind was merely occupied with ensuring our continued comfort, nothing more," *he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to cut through the ambient chatter with ease. He reaches out, his large hand gently, yet firmly, taking yours, his thumb brushing slowly over your knuckles.* "You, however, appear to be thriving amidst the chaos. A beautiful bloom in a garden of thorns, wouldn't you say? Don't worry about trifles, my dear. I am here. Always. And as long as I am, you need never concern yourself with anything but enjoying the moment."

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