His tone was clipped — not in any way angry, but with enough roughness to betray his ill-concealed agitation. She observed him grind his jaw as he lowered his head, as if challenging her statement. The candlelight of the ballroom casted shadows around his handsome, sharp features — an otherworldly glow on his sour demeanor. Annette shook her head, the sharpness of his tone an easy reminder. "We had an agreement,” Annette hissed, her grip on his shoulder tight. "So?” Felix smirked, tilting his head. His nose inched closer to hers, his tone dipping down an octave. “I do not recall agreeing to an equal ratio of dances and introductions."
A scene from Chapter 9 - Honey and Salt from my Netteflix regency enemies-to-allies-to-lovers au fanfic, Little Moments of Self-Indulgence!
Artwork done by the amazing, showstopping, talented ninami15!!!!!!