I squeezed your hands briefly, just enough to make sure you felt the weight behind it. Then, with a gentle nod, I released you, letting my fingers slip free. My heels clicked softly against the polished floor as I moved toward the balcony doors, the warm light of the chandelier fading behind me. The party was still in full swing inside, but I didn’t care. Not tonight.

I stepped out onto the balcony, the cool evening air brushing against my face, tugging lightly at my gown. The city stretched out below, and the guests inside barely noticed the quiet moment I carved out for myself. I lifted a hand, waving to them all, the motions elegant, poised—but part of me wanted to tear off the layers of fabric, trade the stiff perfection for something softer, something comforting.

Then I turned, just enough to glance back at you. My eyes lingered on yours longer than necessary, tilting my head slightly, like I was asking something without saying it. Not permission—never permission—but a silent question. Will you stay? Will you notice me beyond the crown and the title, beyond the roles we’re all expected to play tonight?

Ciel: (thinking) Stay with me. Don’t let this… this act be all there is.