Drabble:70
POV:Third Person
Lissa had no idea what made her agree to a dance with a more than tipsy Diego Conta. Okay, fine social decorum dictated she be dancing with other royals, especially influential royals like the Contas. But she began to regret it from the first musical note, when instead of her waist, Diego's hands settled at the small of her back. Still, she smiled primly, and continued to dance, alarm bells ringing in her head.
They danced to 'The Dying Swan' by Saint-Seans for a few minutes, exchanging pleasantries, before one of Diego's hands started to drift lower. Both alarmed and shocked, Lissa glared at the now-grinning-royal, but before she could get a word out, a hand clapped on Diego's shoulder.
Irritated, Diego turned around, giving Lissa her first view of the (welcome) intruder. Christian Ozera. In a silver dress shirt that made his blue eyes appear unforgivably icy. Not that Lissa noticed, not that she cared because he'd broken up with her 6 weeks and 4 days ago.
"Mind if I cut in?", Christian asked Diego coldly, his menacing voice promising violence if Diego failed to give the appropriate answer. Diego took one look at Christian's hardened face and swallowed his protests, before nodding and hastily making his exit. But Christian's eyes followed his tuxedo-clad figure till he disappeared to the other end of the opulent ballroom. And Lissa took this opportunity to study-I mean, observe-him.
"You wanna dance?", Christian asked her, his voice and his eyes infinitely warmer. Lissa could only nod her assent before linking her fingers with Christian's. They danced quietly for a few minutes before Lissa worked through the Christian-induced haze in her mind enough to say thank you.
"Don't worry, the asshole had it coming", Christian said tersely, glaring away (presumably at aforementioned asshole).
"Still, thank you Chris, you didn't have to", Lissa mumbled, her heart thrumming violently at their near proximity. "I shouldn't have said yes to the dance."
"But you did", Christian said bitterly. "To Conta, to Badica and to even Adrian's far more disgusting cousin".
"I had to-"
"Bullshit, Liss", Christian muttered darkly. "You didn't have to"
"Oh yeah? I'm trying to uphold my family's reputation here, not that you'd know anything about it", Lissa muttered cockily, immediately regretting her words.
Christian froze for a second before removing his hand from her back, but Lissa refused to let go of their entwined hands. "Chris, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Please Chris, don't go."
Christian looked at her glistening jade eyes and sighed. He knew he could never say no to her, not when she looked at him this way. "That hurt, Liss", he said tersely.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me", Lissa said, drawing closer and burying her head in his shirt. Their hands automatically wrapped around each other. "I hate these things with a vengeance, but I can't say no to Tatiana, even when she throws these 'suitable' suitors my way. Really, thank you for saving me from Diego. He was…forget it"
Christian muttered asshole and they both laughed silently, reveling in their closeness before the music ended and Christian pulled back. Now his icy eyes were smoldering and Lissa's heartbeat picked up double-time.
"I don't like seeing you with them, with their hands on you"
"Oh, yeah? Why?". Lissa asked seductively, trying to channel a bit of Rose.
Christian' smirk told her he knew exactly what she was doing. He leaned closer, shattering her with his warmth before whispering in her ear, "We may not be dating now, but you're mine. Never forget". He then kissed her intensely for a moment, in full view of the ballroom, before pulling back, smiling mischievously and walking away. Lissa stood rooted to the spot with a small smile. Mine, he said, she thought gleefully before grabbing a champagne flute from a passing waiter and walking away from the dance-floor.
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