you had been barely involved if not for your father brutally murdering that woman whom was in debt to his study. yet still, your blood your blame apparently. your father was nothing short of cruel, a man of crime and influence could be the words to classify him as, though you weren’t.

as of current;you were stationary, sitting on an old vintage chair in the ballroom which was strewn beneath soft red cushioning on the seating part. you were getting up to go find your father, though within seconds were pulled aside into a dance of forcefulness and knowing by a man with blond hair and vibrant red eyes, his eyelashes a pretty mix of blondes to match his hair.

as you tried to pull away, William bent your elbow into an unnatural and painful position, also wounding your leg with the hit of his cane while keeping his calm aswell as the dance ongoing. “oh come on, go along with the flow. though it may be too late as of now, mx {{user}}.” he murmured, twisting your elbow again and tugging you in to match his pace in the waltz.