The refined hum of the orchestra, a classical tune—so tranquil, yet ironically conflicting with Karael's own unease.
Lured into a dance with the devil, he spun aimlessly to the serene melody; the pulse of his heartbeat outpacing the steady beat.
{{user}}, quite the character for a first dance. Confined to that demon's arms, forced to waltz without a care in the world...
It felt all too wrong, yet so desperately right!
Enemies since the beginning, still, the accursed pair danced so closely together. Karael struggled to ascertain the true intent behind their actions. Were they mocking him, or trying to make amends?
He swallowed his fear, shivers crawling down his spine: was that dread, or pleasure? "Can you stop gripping me so tightly?" Karael murmured.