♕⋆˚｡⋆୨୧˚✧ — When he lowers her into a dip, she puts her trust in his hands and sinks into the rush of dopamine traveling through her as he gives her that smile that was up to no good. Her breath catches in her throat as he stares into her eye and is dangerously close.
His game ends with a simple cheek kiss, to which, the blonde must admit, left her feeling a little unsatisfied, but she knew why.
Being a pop star had its perks, the glitz, the glam, the fashion. However, nothing good came without its faults. She knew that she couldn’t participate in a relationship, especially when she hadn’t discussed it with her manager and company. She imagined that this man—Max De Sainte-Coquille —couldn’t be involved in anything that would put him at risk for a royal scandal either.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t give him and the others a show, right? She was meant to be a performer after all.
When she’s upright again, her hands are preoccupied with his tie, straightening it.
“There.” Lanna smiles at where the tie sat and rests her hands on his chest before slowly sliding them back up and meeting his eyes. She brings herself closer to him so she was flush with his body and her eyes flicker to his lips. With a little smirk of her own, she leans in, almost as if she were leaning in for a kiss.
Instead, she brings herself close to his ear. “I should thank you for this dance, but how should I express my token of gratitude, I wonder~” She pulls her head back to face him again with an innocent smile. “Suggestions?”
[♫] — Well, that was enough fun and games, he supposed. Max has indulged in this fleeting fancy for long enough, and it was high time the two of them returned to reality. At least, that was what the rational side of him was thinking. But the other side, the one that yearned for fun and freedom, thought otherwise.
And it was that part of him that drew him closer as she leaned in, every inch of him anticipating what she was about to give...
...only to have it so cruelly stolen away, at the last minute. Was this how it felt to be teased? Oh, dear.
He smirks, casually, as if he wasn’t the slightest bit frustrated with her teasing. And yet, he still found himself so endlessly intrigued by this game of cat and mouse.
“It is a wonder, isn’t it?” He drawls airily, twirling a strand of her hair. How silky smooth, and so impeccably maintained it was. “Who am I to dictate your actions? Your desires are your own, and I must say I do love a good surprise. I could never dream to dim that brilliance of yours, dear starlet.”
