Waltzing with your nemesis in a masquerade ball (dark royalty core playlist) 

Girls don’t want Netflix and chill. Girls want to dance in lavish ball gowns with their arch nemesis who they secretly have a crush on.

Oh to have an invitation to a masquerade ball... That would be divine.

THE STORIES IN THE COMMENTS ARE FANTASTIC PLEASE BECOME WRITERS AND MAKE BOOKS I PROMISE I WILL READ ALL OF THEM

The red moon hangs above the castle in the dark night, a fog so thick you can’t see your own hands. Flashes of rich red, gold silks, and inky black swish in circles. A crowd of brown hair but one with black stands out. Her snowy pale skin glowing in the dim candle lit ball room, her green eyes sparkling from the flames. Her maroon dress constantly spinning, perfectly in sync with the musicians as they play. Hours pass and never tiring, she continues, the guests watch her in awe, a human doll, her beauty too perfect and her articulation too precise to be human. Suitor after suitor, round after round, hour after hour it continues, the belle of the ball astounding the audience. Then out of the crowd she locks eyes with a man, her emerald eyes that had a golden tint seeming to stare into his soul. She held out her hand, stepping to the side for him to follow and as though instantly he is under her spell. Pushing aside velvet curtains and grabbing a candle holder to light the hidden pathway, he follows. The castle’s stone walls covered in spider webs, even a rat or two scurrying across the tiles. Paintings of queens, kings, princesses, and princes from the Victorian era frame the walls. What feels like a thousand turns, stairs, another passageway after another, seeming to never end. But the woman confident to where she is leading the man, suddenly they stop at two paintings and she takes one off the wall, revealing the final passageway, he gulps, and soon the sound of the violins, trumpets, flutes, and the rest of the band go from an eerie echo to being very soft. Soon there is a room with boxes and he hears the sound of a baby crying, the noise stretching into chambers nearby and distorting it, like a warning, as though his final chance to escape. But he looks into her sea green eyes, under the enchanteresses spell once more. As he follows the sound there is a wooden crib covered in black fabric, with a shaking hand, he pulls away the cloth, and the skeleton of an enfant lies in the bed. Startled, he pulls away, stumbling back, putting his hand on the woman, who’s skin is ice cold to the touch. Her face, now sunken, eyes blood shot, teeth elongated as well as nails meets his face. In his eyes he sees the very soul of a demon from the deepest parts of hell itself, he screams, his voice like the child’s echoing into nearby chambers, distorting it, the sound nearly not human, but a warning. His throat torn out as his cries finally die out, dead silence after. The woman cradles the skeleton, humming to it gently, the blood perfectly blending into her dress. She smiles, blood dripping down her chin, swaying back and forth, as she’s done after she feeds. For ever night, for hundreds of years, waiting for the next victim to lure to temporarily satisfy her thirst since the one night it took over her and she took her infants life from losing control. Now she feeds on men, like her husband that left her, creating new ghosts in her labyrinth of a castle. For humans are weak, and cannot resist the charms of a being not of our world. Just don’t be her next victim or you two will be trapped inside her walls forever until the end of time, until our world is set ablaze.

oh god how i wish to waltz at a masquerade ball with my sworn enemy that i am unable to kill because of an unbound pact we both agreed to. How i wish to spin around their arms all night long, waltzing to all kind of songs. Losing track of time and space, wanting the moment to last forever. As they hold me tighter when the music echos through the abandoned castle.

back when 18 year old debutants had the confidence to actually dance with potential partners i could never--

He held out his hand, stillness and all the weight of worlds. I took it instantly, batting away my knotting stomach smiling demurely, graciously. He led me out on the floor, I kept my posture casual, dutiful. The music started, one hand supportively on my waist, the other a sturdy guide for my hand. Gossips would tske and wave their fans lamenting their heir must show decorum even to the lowest scoundrel. I expected someone I'd have to cover the stumbles and missteps with a graceful sway or sudden twirl but found myself saying "Masterful steps" I shut my mouth instantly. His eyes so cool and calculating seemed to twinkle. Not the usual shallow compliment. He knew. No. He couldn't. I fixed my eyes again at the point just above his shoulder, hoping to tune everything out but he adjusted slightly so I felt a calm, the stress of hosting melted away and I instinctively leaned into him. I looked up confused. His face, always so rigid was relaxed. His expression, glad as he looked right back. I thought he hated me. And everyone thought I hated him. But how could I. I coldly looked away, hoping my body language would follow. "The work you put into this ball is impressive." He said. I felt the genuine deep timber vibrate to my chest. He was making this play difficult. "Thank you." I said quietly. Relaxing more. Hating myself for it. He seemed to hold me more protectively. How could I make him think I was awful now besides a flat out insult. How could anyone not see he only speaks the truth. Deal harsh justice where no court fop would dare step. I didn't want to trust him and I also wanted to let him do whatever he wanted. Why was he here? I looked into his eyes, looking for deception, the game. He just had the same calm glad always calculating expression. I let the companionable smile I was feeling touch my eyes, subtly relaxing my grip and letting him effortlessly lead. I would deal with the reprecussions of this later. It was just one dance. We could share just this moment before our worlds tore us back into our gilded places. I shyly glanced at him again. He looked momentarily relieved, then we shared a look I couldn't fully put into words, that made me wonder why the silly problems of the world mattered when we felt this way. Then his stance became steely, he put an arm around my waist and drew me closer. He winked, dropped my hand, whipped out what looked like a lighter, and braced himself. The room suddenly shook with an explosion.

Those eyes, like cold waters trapped beneath moonlit ice. I know those eyes. That smile, sharp like a dagger but as alluring as the night's mysteries. I know that smile. Those hands, long and angular, not at all the calloused hands of a soldier or a worker, but the hands that touch only fine things, like aged paper yellow and smooth black ink. I know those hands, as they curl around my own - long and smooth and slim. That hair, so rich and dark like soil. I know that hair. "What did you say your name was again?" Asks the stranger. "I didn't say my name," I said. But despite my harsh retort, his smile didn't falter. "Do I need to beg? All I asked was for your name--unless of course, you don't have one; if so I wouldn't be too surprised." His eyes traced the contours of my mask, like a child on Wintervall's morning eager to unwrap his gifts. I scowled at him beneath my mask. "Ah yes, because those from the Outerlands are so above labels like names." "It's only small talk." The stranger clicked his tongue before twirling me around and catching my waist. "Fine, you win. What is the prize you demand?" It didn't take me long to consider. "Your name." The stranger smirked beneath his mask, "Wouldn't that ruin the purpose of the party then? Why go to a masquerade ball if you exchange identities with every handsome man you dance with." I scoff. "That's an overstatement." The stranger tilted his head, swaying from side to side as the heat of our palms fused into something achingly sweet and distantly familiar. "Are you referring to the guests? While I must say I'm flattered, isn't that-" "I was referring to you," I said. I danced away from the strangers reach, hoping to disappear into the crowd, when his hand caught mine again and pulled me against his chest. I had the decency to blush, but luckily my mask hid the warmth blooming on my cheeks. "The dance isn't over yet, my dear," he winked, and drew me deeper onto the dance floor. He laced his fingers with mine, intertwining our bones until it felt like our hands were one. "But I'm not so stubborn that I don't acknowledge defeat when I face it. My name is-" Before he could finish his answer I pressed my fingers over his mouth, cutting him short. "The night's just begun. Don't ruin my fun so soon." His soft lips curled into a smile beneath my skin, and I felt the slightest pressure push against my hand. As if his kiss were fire, I retracted my hand and curled it over his shoulder. "As you wish," he said. It'd been years since I last danced with this man. The memories stoked a fire within both of rage, longing and something else I couldn't quite name. He'd probably long forgotten my name; my face; my voice. He'd long forgotten me, seeing as how comfortable he was dancing with another woman - then again, it'd been four years since I'd stood in front of him face to face - or rather palm to palm. Suddenly the music changed from fast paced into something much slower and softer; something sweet and intimate; a song that only the two of us knew, but he probably forgot that too. But something in his eyes shifted, and the clever, flirtatious look disappeared and was replaced by something truly unreadable. As if rushing water suddenly grew still. The look in his eyes scared me, and I pulled away from him. "I think I should go." As I turned to leave I felt his hand take mine, holding it tight. "No. I'm fine. Why stop so soon?" I shook my head and took back my hand. "I need to leave." "Anya, wait! I'm sorry! Please don't leave me-!" He reached for my hand again but stopped. I felt the air rush from my lungs at that name, Anya. My name. Hearing it from his lips was sweet and yet left a bitter taste in my mouth. He shook his head and stepped back, giving me space. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. You just made me think of.. of no one. Nevermind. Please, enjoy the rest of the party." Before I could object, he gave me a fleeting, apologetic smile and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me at the center of the dance floor. A part of me wanted to follow him, to feel the warmth of his body and the sound of his voice. I wanted to confirm the thoughts I once doubted. Above the noise of the ballroom I whispered, "Julian.."

I'm listening to this while writing and I can assure you that it is the best feeling ever! Thank you so much for this playlist

POV; You're the nemises I watched her, dressed in a dark green ballgown, her lusturous black hair let down. She was wearing a delicate silver mask, but I'd know her anywhere. I hate her and I don't. "May I have this dance?" I asked. When she spots me, she does not bow, as is customary, but I did not expect it. I am unused to seeing her eyes not blanketed in disadin as they usually are when they fixate on me. "I suppose." she said. "But I must warn you I am a terrible dancer." I laughed, and swept her across the dance hall. Then her deep, dark eyes widened. "You." she whispered. "Me." I said, smirking. "I'm dissapointed you didn't recognize me yet, love." Her eyes burned with fury, and something....something else. "Aeneas." she said. "What a great displeasure it is to have you here tonight." "Why, my dear, that's a bit harsh, coming from the most hideous woman on the dance floor." She stepped on my foot. Quiet, stuble, but I can feel her smiling. "I cannot expect you to share my depraved taste." "Oh, but I do." I said. "And, oh, don't stare too deeply into my eyes, or you may fall in love." How hard it was to hide that was exactly what I wanted. She twirled in my arms, looking right into my eyes. "You wish." The denail was a confession. The confession was a denial. "You're right!" I said, dipping her. "I wish."

I know it's kinda late and I don't know if it's good but here you go :DD POV: Your eyes glistened an iridescent light, the stars cannot compare to your beauty. Even when masks covered your rosy face it still holds the dignity of a soon-to-be queen. Your black dress twirls as you were dancing with your spouse. He had a soft but cold smile seeing how much you were enjoying the ball, but little did you know it was an assassin from another kingdom he had already killed your husband and is now pretending to be him. The man then said in a mocking whisper tone, “Enjoy your last night my Queen”.

I’ve never killed a man, or at least I don't remember doing so. Nonetheless, there is a first time for everything, isn’t there? I nervously adjust the silver dagger strapped to my thigh, carefully hidden under my sleek sapphire gown. I took a few deep breaths before entering the bustling ballroom. The music was loud, and the air was a mix of perfume and cigarettes. I feel dizzy already. As I walk further into the depths of the room, I remind myself of why I am here in the first place, to get my vendetta. My memory has been wiped clean - or rather stolen - by one of the hosts of this carnival ball, and only thanks to the demon who took pity on me did I regain some of it back. The demon then urged me to avenge myself, and only after doing so can I live normally again. This event is my only chance of getting close enough to kill that thief. However, a masquerade is an advantage in a disadvantage; nobody can recognize me, but at the same time, it will be extremely difficult to find the one I’m looking for. “Excuse me, miss, may I have this dance?” Speak of the devil! Those gleaming red eyes gave away his identity almost immediately. If I didn’t know any better, I would consider him alluring, to say the least. The black velvet carnival mask matched his dark suit and hair perfectly. “It would be my pleasure, your Highness,” I replied. It seems that luck is on my side tonight. The rest is available to read on my Wattpad @deadinside_666_ (Masquerade) ^^ ~ shameless self promo entered the chat lol

I listen to this while studying thank you!!

This is poetry when you write at the same time a dark story filled with drama, mystery, forbidden romance and murder, of course the ruin of your main character

This has been perfectly curated, I’m in awe

These sounds are so good-

this playlist is absolutely perfect.

keep going, I'm a huge fan of your music

Him: I always thought of myself as the hero, the man who could do no harm. But then I met her and I realized the only difference between a hero and a villain is perception. Because for her, I was the hero, and for anyone who looked her way... let's just say they won't be doing that again. -- Her: We make eye contact from across the ballroom, He, like it, is beautiful, lounging back at his cloth covered table. His hair dark, almost black, his body lean but cut sharply with toned muscle. I've never thought much of brown eyes but then, I'd never seen his. Bourbon whiskey. The kind you'd see a boss drink, swirling it in their glass while looking - or more like plotting - upon their city of crime, cars, lights and stars. Eyes that make the world come alive and girls look quickly away, blushing. I look at my glass of water, suddenly thirsty. I should have got the wine. Of course I'd only be here for a little while, balls generally suck regardless of their beauty. I'm sorry but who wants to eat caviar and the meat the chef got too lazy to cook? Regardless, I'm here to do what I do best, dance. That's why I snuck in after all. I look up to seek out a partner just to be drawn back over to the whiskey colored eyes that I find have never left me, making my heart speed up irrationally. I'm not sure what I'm doing as I stand from my table and start walking over to the beautiful man, I just know that i want to dance. A small smirk appears on his lips as I move towards him, as if he can read my confused thoughts. God, this is a bad idea but I remind myself that It's just a dance, just a dance. I will never see this man again unless it's on the cover of a magazine and with that thought my inhibitions subside and I- I stop in front of the beautiful man and look down at him. He's even more striking up close. With razor sharp cheekbones and a dark little beauty mark an inch from the edge of his right eye. I could look at him forever. But It isn't until his full lips move to form a deep "hmm?" That I snap out of it to ask "um, hello. Would you like to dance?". He chuckles as if he finds my question amusing. "Aren't I supposed to ask you that?" His deep voice growls. "Well this is the 21st century, and you haven't, so I am." "Hmmm, and what if I said I didn't know how to dance?" He says in thought, taking my hand in his rough fingers. WHAT? He doesn't know how to dance? "Well then I'll lead, of course." I manage to get out. Amusement dances in his eyes as he looks up at me and replies, "You'll lead?" "Yes, I will." I say stubbornly. "Well then" he stands, kissing my hand, and only then do I realize his true size. He's almost a foot taller than me, but the way he takes my hand and the heat - or more like blaze - with which he's currently staring down at me, makes me feel delicate rather than small. My throat dries and I stare back up at him only to break eye contact when I hear the current music stop to change, I remember my goal. I take his hand and he lets me lead him, easily keeping up with his long legs, to the center of the ballroom. My favorite place. I turn around to face him just in time for the music to start, sounding like pure, deep, dark silk to my ears, unlike the satin in its name. I remember this masterpiece, although I'm not sure from where, 'Satin Birds' by Abel Korzeniowski, the most beautiful piece I've ever heard. No question in my mind. As I look up to the handsome stranger I can't help but think, it fits him perfectly. With his large yet elegant hand still in mine, I put his other hand on my shoulder, like I would normally be the one to do, before putting my hand on his waist, because I am going to lead after all. I take a step back, making sure to take him with me, counting to 3, then a step to the side, slightly struggling because of our size difference and that I'm not used to leading. "What are you doing?" He asks with a dark furrowed brow. "Leading of course." I look down as I reply in order to not mess up the foot work he seems to be doing quite easily. I'm not struggling too much, I'd just like to see what I'm doing as I'm the one that's supposed to lead. "No, why are you doing the part of the man and I the woman?" "Hmmm," I think about that for a second as I attempt to spin him out, which doesn't exactly work out so I pretend that I meant to just slightly yank him to the side... yeah real good, Enie. "Well, you did say that you're supposed to ask me to dance, probably because you're the man. So I figured," I take a step forward, watching out for his steel tipped dress shoes. "how about we switch roles then?" I look up to him as I finish my sentence and smile which gets his sculpted brow to un-furrow. But I quickly look down as to not mess up but it's too late and I step on his steal tip, making our dance slightly more comical. Eh, think about it, really I'm doing him a favor by stepping on his steal tip. Im sure those cost too much to not use them, right? So I don't really care as I know my favorite part of the song is coming up so when it reaches its peak, I go in to twirl him like I'm normally twirled. Shooting his hand in the air, But in that moment rather than me twirling him, he puts his other hand on my waist and spins me around, stopping me with my back to him. What's he doing? He pulls me into himself and wraps a strong arm gently around my waist whispering In my ear "yeah, enough of that". He takes the lead. "Hey" I whisper, slightly out of breath, I don't know if it's from the dance or from his proximity, I'll say the dance. "Hmmm?" He hums to my ear, sounding melodic with his voice. I melt into him, feeling his hard chest on my back, taking me where I need to go on a slower part of the song before twirling me back around to face him. Snap out of it Enie. I look up at him to see him smiling lightly, he likes to dance I realize. "I thought you didn't know how to dance?" I call him out. "I never said that." He replies. "Well... I guess you didn't, but why make me believe that?" "I guess I just wanted to see what you'd do" he chuckles, "Now that I know, I won't be doing that again." "Hey!" I gently hit his arm "it was fun." I giggle. "Yeah..." he gazes at me "it was." we stare at each other for a second before he speaks again, words that I cannot answer. --- Hey guys, I actually made a Wattpad of this if you wanted to read more! It’s called ‘Satin Birds’ by Elamore L. But my account name is Aleksalta

I'm writing my essay and wow this is making my essay go by sooo quicker.

The masquerade i want is men wearing those breeches outfit and coat, while women with corsets and long skirt frocks with Crystal crowns,

Good playlist ✨

this was the best accidental click thats ever happened to me

The girl stands outside her balcony. Her blonde, Curly, Shorthair waves gracefully in the wind. Her white gown sways with the quiet, Slow wind almost as if it is fixing her gown before she goes downstairs to greet the guests at the ball. Then she walks gracefully up to the mirror to take one last glance at her outfit and white heels. She walks to the door and closes it gently. She does one last fix for her golden crown, decked with only the most expensive jewels in the land. The girl walks downstairs clutching the railing carefully. She spots one of the castle maids strolling by holding a teacup decked with gold. She's also holding a teapot with flowers and golden jewels decked on it. The girl greets her with a big smile on her face. The maid waves and grins kindly then continues on with her castle duties. Finally, the girl opens the big, tall white door to the ballroom. The girl smiles and waves, then she curtsies very gently, to make sure she doesn't mess up anything for the guests and to give them a perfect experience at the castle. The people wave and cheer in joy. The girl then walks down the aisle to her parents and wanders through the crowd to get to them safely. Minutes later she makes it to her parents, the king, and queen of the land the girl has known for years on end. The queen and king greet her nicely. The king and queen said they needed her to do a royal duty in the castle garden. The girl smiles, chuckles, and said she would do it right then. The king and queen wish their girl luck as she walks out of the ballroom quickly. The girl goes straight to the castle garden. She bumps into a boy, he looks to be the same around her age. She smiles at him and blushes. The boy said sorry for bumping into the girl without notice. The girl accepts his apology. The two stare at each other for a minute or so. The girl thinks he may be her true prince after all the years. The boy asks the girl kindly if he would like to dance with her up in the ballroom. The girl fidgets with her hands. A second later the girl looks up at the boy and starts blushing with red and pink all over her face. She says that would be marvelous, but that the king and queen have assigned her a duty in the castle garden. They say their goodbyes and say they can hopefully dance in the ballroom together later that same evening. Hours later the girl finishes up watering the roses in the castle garden while spinning and dancing with the watering can pretending she was dancing her true love. The girl walks back into the castle and tells the king and queen kindly, that she has finished her duty in the castle garden. The king and queen thank their daughter. The girl tells the king and queen that she is going upstairs to wash up for dinner. The king and queen wish her well. Then the girl walks up to the bathroom upstairs. She is shocked to see that her love is outside on the bathroom balcony. The girl is curious to see what he is doing out there. So she walks out there to see her love waiting for her. Nobody ever saw her or his return from the balcony that night said that the girl's love was a murderer. Still, nobody will know the secrets of the castle.

Best playlist ever

Amazing 👏

this is giving pretty much the kiss thief vibes and im all for it

Trying to listen to this as background music for writing something, but its so hard to not get lost in the music and zone out XD

What i'd give to live as royalty.

i had a black and red masquerade for my 16th birthday

Thank you to whoever compiles these I might also along with folks here start my writing again ❤️🖤💞 📖

Loooove it!!

I hid under one of the tables in the far back corner of the ballroom. I looked down at the beautiful black marble tile floor with glittering gold jagged streaks cutting through it. There's no way he'd find me here. I admit choosing to hide under a table was quite childish but I wanted to avoid him and his attention that never seemed to leave. I did not want to constantly be surrounded by an enemy prince from a foreign nation. I still didn't understand why he was so fascinated with me and why he demanded that I always spend every waking minute with him. It wasn't of my choosing to be a part of this celebration. My adoptive father the king insisted I attend all the balls, especially the ones with foreign ambassadors, nobles, and rulers. This of course never made sense to me as I was always just an orphaned peasant he stumbled upon and was merciful towards. I watched as shadows passed me from nobles and dignitaries relishing in the delicious appetizer of savory caviar on crackers sprinkled with rosemary and sweet treats such as macaroons, pies, creams, and cakes. "What are you doing under the table?" a silky voice asked lifting the table cover and allowing light into my darkened hideout. I jumped startled by the voice and bumped my head on the table groaning. He'd found me. "Nothing, I was just searching for my mask it had fallen." I gave an obvious lie since the ornate and delicate mask of a rabbit was still tied to my face. "Well I'm glad you found it little rabbit, if you hadn't worn the gift I'd given you I'd be quite heartbroken." He offered me a hand to help me out from under the table but I ignored him and got out rubbing my head where I banged it on the wretched table. "You didn't give me much of a choice after you took all my other ones." I glared at him, annoyed that he not only found me but managed to startle me too. "Does your head hurt? I could give it a kiss and make it feel better." He smiled charmingly as I snorted. "Yeah, not a chance. Maybe next time don't give me a heart attack and scare me out of nowhere." "Well, how was I supposed to know that a beautiful maiden was hiding away like a bunny rabbit. You know it's not very ladylike to hide under tables, sweetheart." "When did you ever get the impression I was a lady? You know my lineage." I scoffed at him crossing my arms and probably looking quite surly, not that I cared. I couldn't help but gaze upon his own mask which resembled a wolf. Wonderful, the predator and his prey. It was unfortunately quite fitting. "That I do, I know all your secrets." He grinned. "Well, it's hardly a secret," I muttered. "-Miss." A young and nervous boy approached me. "May I have a dance with you? I hope your dance card isn't full." "No, it's not. In fact, I haven't even had my first dance tonight-" I responded quickly wanting to get away from my nemesis. "Ah, sorry kid but her dance card is all full. All of her dances are taken by me," My enemy butted in looking down at the boy with a sly smile. "But that's not fair! You can't do that." The boy shouted frowning. "He's lying," I said unamused. "Here I'll show you." I ran my fingers through my pockets at the sides of my periwinkle blue dress. I expected to feel the crisp and sharp paper but nothing was there. "Where is it?-" "-Looking for this, love?" My enemy smirked and fanned my dance card in front of me and the boy. "What in the world? How-" I paused my words in disbelief and then shook my head. I'm not sure why I keep being surprised by this trickster of a prince. If he wants something he will have it. Both me and the boy looked at the paper, and there it was. For all fifteen dances my enemy had printed his name in an elegant cursive over and over again with pen. "Rules are rules, kid. She's mine for the night. Why don't you go find some other girl to dance with as this lady is mine." He ruffled the boy's hair as the child brushed him off grumbling. "So not only do you terrorize innocent women but also children? My, what does cross the line for you?" I crossed my arms glaring up at him. "Well I am a rogue and dark enemy prince on the loose, what did you expect?" His eyes twinkled as he smiled his cunning and dashing smile. "And innocent women? Hah, you are far from innocent my little rabbit." I gave him a smack on the shoulder as I whispered in a hushed and angry tone, "You tricked me into helping you commit your evil wrongdoings! If I knew who you truly were and what your malicious intentions were I'd never have helped you!" "Alas, love, you helped me and now you're my accomplice whether you like it or not." I wanted to do a lot more than smack him but I took a breath and contained myself. "I'm leaving, have a wonderful night princeling." I huffed and started to turn around. "And what about the dance? You owe me let's see, at least ten. I'll show you some mercy." I could hear the taunting smile in his voice. "Yeah, forget about it. I'm leaving, I've had enough of you and your preposterous nonsense." "Well, that's funny sweetheart since I can't seem to get enough of you." Suddenly he grabbed my hand and pulled me back so quickly that we were touching, my free hand was on his crisp navy blue suit where I could feel his muscular chest. I stared up at him my heart beating rapidly like a cornered animal as I looked up into his eyes, feeling the heat on my face. We were close, way too close. "Let go." I mustered weakly not trusting my voice as my heart stuttered. "Just one dance, one dance can't hurt, right? It'll make you feel better." He said, almost sounding earnest which caught me off guard. "I suppose if I refuse you'll threaten to report me to the king for what we've done," I said more as a statement unable to draw myself away from his deep dark eyes. "See, you're learning fast little rabbit." He said cheerily as he poked me on the nose breaking the tension as I scowled once more. "Fine, let us get it over with Prince." "That's the spirit." He smiled, invigorated by my reluctant acceptance. We fell into a medium-paced waltz and I finally noticed all the people staring at us and whispering. This was why I wanted to avoid him, all he brought about was trouble and nasty rumors. Why was an enemy prince associating with the poor and pitiful orphan girl? I looked down unable to take the pressure of their gazes. I could practically hear their thoughts. "Hey, look at me. Ignore them, they're all honestly quite jealous of you. You're a beautiful and intelligent, girl, what's there not to be envious of? Don't give them that power over you." I was surprised by his words and for a moment I was speechless. "Thank you." And I meant the words I said, although I knew he was somewhat the cause of this bad attention. His words were surprisingly kind. I let out a slow breath knowing I would regret this as I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes as the waltz slowed down. I felt him tense up at first and then relax. "You're becoming quite the cuddly bunny rabbit." He joked whispering softly into my ear. "Shh, give it a rest, please. Just for a moment let's pretend that you and I are not sworn enemies on the opposite sides of the game." I pleaded quietly, surprised by the words I'd spoken. "I'd love to pretend forever with you, love."

Anyone else scrolling through the comments and reading all of the AMAZING stories?

i dont know much about sherlock, so forgive me if this sounds silly, but i'd like to imagine sherlock and moriarty waltzing together at a masquerade and both of them knowing who the other is, but being forced to dance together for the sake of public decency (or to play the long game to see what the other does) 😂

I love this music playlist,

0 dislikes ✌😁 Fantastic music!

Me, a trans guy: i wanna wear a flowy dress 🥱😭

Once his hand has took control of my waist, I knew that I was going through a awful moment. "You don't have to hide it, darling. I can sense your bloodthirst from the other end of this room. I only thought it would be more.. Subtle" he whisper, sending a hot chill down my lower back that I abjurate in the instant. How dare he? Him who took everything from me? My innocence? My joy.. "I swear by God that, if ever I had to go to hell, I'll bring you with me. Whatever it cost." I answered, my voice as cold as ice. "The only one who can be bruised in our little waltz isn't who you thought, milady. But you can give it a try.." he reply, heartily laughing, making me swirling like a porcelain doll, a simple toy between his fingers. I hatred him for who he was.. And hatred myself to felt guilty about it. My ballgown followed every steps I took, the silky texture molding the curves he touched before, the heat radiating from his strong palms raising goosebumps all over my body. "Admit it, milady... I still feel it. I marked you. From the first time I laid my eyes on you to the rest of your life.. I own you. Wherever you go, and no matter how long it takes, but I'll find you." Sebastian add, a devilish smirk stretching his lips. " Is there a place for a man like you in the Underworld.. In the deepest part. And be sure that I will hear you falling in that pit. " I say through gritted teeth, almost glued to his well suited chest, his left hand on my back, an iron fist in velvet glove, tugging me close.

if any of yall ever get invited to a ball in the future, let me know ;)

This reminds me of obey me 👀

Motivation to study? Remember, if you get the best paying job out there, you get a ton of money. Host your own ball of mystery love :D

Does anybody know any good tutorials on how to dance waltz? I want to dance along to the music but I don't know how-

Great playlist - should mention, the link to the first song is wrong; it's a link to Dark Vampire Music - The Vampire Masquerade, not Masquerade of the Vampires. Just letting you know!

he grabbed my hand as he led me to the spinning crowd of dresses. the orchestra played as we danced. but one thing distracted me. i glanced to the pairs as i saw him. i fixed my eyes on him as he sees me and looks me in the eyes. i looked to my pair as i thought of it. "excuse me" i whisper to him as i run out of the ball room. i raise my dress and take the knife in my hand. let the game begin. i ran to the stairs all the way to the balcony. and i spotted him. dancing with a pretty lady. only if she knew who she was dancing with. a killer. a dirty-blooded boy who doesn't want anything but power. but he can't have it. he won't. because this time i am the killer.

Dude you know waltzing was actually almost never used, and was considered very scandalous?

Beautiful! Could someone recommend me a book inspired by this playlist?✨

You lot should have a listen to take this waltz by Leonard Cohen ✌

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I can't see song names in the description. Only blocks. Can somebody type them?

Can you please put this on SoundCloud😩🙏

What is the name for 7:35