07-29-2024, 01:28 AM
“I will never say no to you,” his gaze roamed the features of his exquisite wife, heart swelling as much as it had the first time he saw her. He truly was the luckiest man in the room, for none of them held Alina in their arms. He danced well, which was to be expected from a mother who put both of her sons (himself and Jaxen) into ballet lessons as young boys. Maksim didn’t stay with it as he aged, but the smoothness of his rhythm remained.
As the first dance concluded, he insisted that Alina sit and rest for a while. She would undoubtedly protest, but the role of doting protector was one he donned intentionally. While walking her out of the dance floor, he passed a man in a white tuxedo jacket. Although wearing a mask, the recognition was unmistakable.
His jaw parted just enough that Alina noticed. “I have to tell you something,” he said to her quietly, then urged her somewhere private to explain.
((He explains that he’s seen Jensen there tonight.))
As the first dance concluded, he insisted that Alina sit and rest for a while. She would undoubtedly protest, but the role of doting protector was one he donned intentionally. While walking her out of the dance floor, he passed a man in a white tuxedo jacket. Although wearing a mask, the recognition was unmistakable.
His jaw parted just enough that Alina noticed. “I have to tell you something,” he said to her quietly, then urged her somewhere private to explain.
((He explains that he’s seen Jensen there tonight.))