˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ dance ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊
The warmth of his hand sept through your gown. Fingers splayed on the small of your back, guiding gently through each harmonised step.
Your gown swept gently with each step, fabric swaying back and forth, dancing in time with the indulging couple.
The light of the chandelier mirrored itself on the few blank spots of the dance floor, the warm glow illuminating the room as much as the music sounding through the hall with every melody and harmony anew. Through veins it bloomed as much as the room, hearts swelling and movements igniting.
The music rang within your ears, the sound of fabric rustling, of heels clinking, laughter ringing.
Your eyes swept up to search his own, only to find them already drawn to yours as though they've been all evening, not straying for but the fraction of a second.
And you could've sworn you felt your heart stutter, felt the room quieten, steps faltering as you found his eyes, his unwavering attention.
His hand drawing you closer, his presence closing you in, cradling the curve of your hip, the small space of your lower back with a gentleness belying his frame.
His steps unwavering, even as yours faltered. His gentle guidance relentlessly patient even as your heart threatened to burst from the overwhelming fullness overcoming it.
And you didn't know whether to weep or laugh at the sheer joy rushing through your veins, reaching every capillary, appearing to bloom into every cell of your body.
So you allowed yourself to be drawn closer, your arms to envelop him further as his warmth sept over, his loving tenderness holding you close, cradling your heart within his palms 'though it might shatter along with his own.
♡ 02/03/2026
♡ divider by cursed-carmine