Writer's fantasies 🎀

Dance with the Devilish Author (🍋)

At the elegant ball Vincent's cousin invited him to, he was enjoying the evening when a charming stranger in a masquerade mask approached him. Unbeknownst to Vincent, this encounter was the beginning of an unexpectedly intense and passionate connection between the two of them.

The guy recognized Vincent from his romance novels and, nervously, introduced himself. 

"Hello, I... I'm a big fan of your novels," the handsome stranger said, his voice tinged with excitement and awe as he met his literary idol.

Vincent responded warmly, "Well, hello there. I'm glad to meet a fan after such a long time.”

With an air of confidence and mystery, Lorian returned the smile, his hazel eyes sparkling behind the intricate masquerade mask. "I've always wondered what inspired your writing. It's so... captivating… I'm Lorian by the way," he said, leaning closer to Vincent, his words a soft whisper that danced between the rhythmic beats of the ballroom music. His hand gently landed on Vincent's arm, fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his sleeve. Lorian's gaze lingered on the other man's lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once more. "Your stories always leave me wanting more."

Lorian's touch sent a shiver down Vincent's spine, and the heat of his breath on Vincent's skin seemed to ignite an unspoken connection between them. The surrounding crowd of elegantly dressed guests faded away as Lorian's presence consumed him. Lorian's boldness was enticing, and Vincent found himself drawn to the stranger's charismatic energy.

"That's good to hear. Do you have a favorite?" Vincent asked, his curiosity evident as he awaited the mysterious man's response.

"Ah, the choice is difficult," Lorian replied, a playful smirk curling the edges of his mouth beneath the mask. He took a step closer, his body now mere inches away from Vincent's, and lowered his voice even more. "But if I had to choose, it would be 'Whispers of Desire'. The intensity of emotions and the raw passion between the characters is simply enthralling." As he spoke, Lorian's fingers continued their dance along Vincent's arm, creating a delicate trail of heat that seemed to burn through the layers of fabric separating them.

Inside, Lorian felt his pulse quicken at the nearness of the author. The alluring scent of Vincent's cologne mingled with the faint hint of ink and parchment, a potent combination that only fueled Lorian's intrigue. He couldn't help but wonder how many stories were hidden behind those dark, enigmatic eyes. 

(Lorian was aware that his actions might be seen as forward, but something about Vincent drew him in, making it impossible to resist.)

He raised a hand to adjust the black lace cuff on his wrist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth brown skin. "Perhaps you can tell me a secret about the novel, something that only its creator would know?" he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. 

Vincent slowly wrapped his hand around Lorian's waist in a teasing manner. "Well... it's all written from experience, including the spicy scenes," he chuckled, smirking as he met Lorian's gaze.

Feeling the warmth of Vincent's hand encircling his waist, Lorian's heart skipped a beat. The revelation sent a thrill coursing through him, and he found himself drawn even further into the author's mysterious allure. He looked up at Vincent through hooded eyes, his own hand coming up to rest on Vincent's chest, fingers lightly tracing the pattern of his shirt. "Is that so?" Lorian purred, his voice low and filled with intrigue. "Then perhaps, Mr. Vincent, could you share one of those experiences with me tonight?"

(Lorian's mind raced with possibilities. Here he was, entangled with the very man who had penned his deepest desires onto paper. The reality was almost surreal, and he felt a heady mix of anticipation and desire building within him.)