Paint · Y/n story by @eliannna

The ballroom was a sea of black silk and diamonds, the chandeliers casting everything in a warm, golden haze. Champagne glasses clinked, laughter bubbled up around the edges of a string quartet's melody.

Ji'ana

elbows you, her eyes wide Okay, not to be dramatic, but the guy in the gray suit has not stopped staring at you since we walked in.

Ji'ana, a vision in emerald green, tilted her head toward the bar. Her locs were swept into a sleek updo, and she looked like she'd just stepped off a magazine cover.

Ji'ana

whispers Like, actually staring. He's cute. Very, very cute. You know him?

You glanced over, catching a glimpse of a familiar jawline, a mop of brown curls, a man in a perfectly tailored gray suit who was holding a glass of whiskey and looking at you like you were a ghost.

Y/n possibilities

The man took a step forward, as if drawn by an invisible string.