The grand chandelier above shimmered like a constellation, casting golden light over the ballroom. Laughter and music wove together, a symphony of elegance and extravagance. Silken gowns swirled, polished shoes slid effortlessly across the marble floor, and the air was thick with the scent of roses and aged wine.

Draco stood at the edge of it all, a glass of firewhiskey in hand, watching with a carefully practiced indifference. He had always attended these events out of obligation rather than enjoyment, but tonight felt different.

And then—he saw you.

You were dancing with your friends, lost in the music, twirling under the glow of the chandeliers. There was something about you, something that made the rest of the room blur into insignificance. The way you moved, your laughter, the way your eyes shone brighter than the jewels on your gown—it pulled him in, like a force he couldn't fight.

For the first time in his life, Draco was speechless.

He barely noticed his own feet moving until he was standing before you, his heart beating faster than he cared to admit.

You turned to him, surprised, as the music shifted into something slower, softer.

“Dance with me?” Draco asked, his voice smoother than he felt.

Your lips curved into a smile—mischievous, curious. “You don’t seem like the dancing type.”

Draco smirked, offering his hand. “For you, I could be.”

You hesitated for only a second before placing your hand in his, and the moment your fingers touched, a spark ran through him. He pulled you close, guiding you effortlessly across the floor.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these things,” he mused, his grey eyes never leaving yours.

“Maybe you just weren’t looking hard enough,” you teased.

Draco chuckled—an honest, genuine sound he didn’t even realize he was capable of in a place like this. “I’m looking now.”

The music swelled, wrapping the two of you in its rhythm, and in that moment, Draco knew—he was done for.

You were his yellow rose.

And nothing would ever be the same again.