Through time; The ripper (Completed)

Moonlit garden

*Lily*

As the strains of the waltz envelop us, I place my hand delicately on Leo's shoulder, feeling the strong, reassuring presence of his body as he takes my other hand in his. The world around us fades, and for a moment, it's just the two of us gliding across the polished floor of the ballroom. His touch is gentle yet firm, guiding me with a confidence that eases my nerves.

“Just follow my lead,” he whispers, and I nod, my heart racing as we begin to move in sync with the rhythm of the music. The world spins away, and all I can feel is the warmth of his hand and the mesmerizing sway of the dance. I can’t help but smile as the melody carries us, the elegant fabric of my gown swirling around my legs. It’s intoxicating, the way Leo makes the experience feel so effortless, so right.

“Lily, you dance beautifully,” Leo says, his eyes glinting with admiration. “You’re a natural.”

“Perhaps I’ve learned a thing or two from watching,” I reply, my cheeks warming at the compliment. “But it’s your guidance that makes it so easy.”

The song swells to a crescendo, and Leo twirls me, spinning me out before drawing me back into his embrace. I catch glimpses of other couples twirling around us, their laughter mingling with the music. I feel exhilarated, as if I’ve stepped into a dream. And in this moment, I feel like I truly belong.

As the waltz comes to an end, a ripple of applause flows through the ballroom, and I feel a surge of exhilaration. “Thank you,” I say, breathless as I step back. Before I can catch my breath, I see Augustus approaching, his charming smile lighting up the dimly lit space.

“Ah, Miss Tempest! I believe it’s my turn to steal you away for a dance,” he says, bowing slightly with a flourish that is both charming and slightly exaggerated.

“Of course, Lord Augustus,” I reply, smiling despite a flicker of unease that passes through me.

As I take his hand, I can’t shake the feeling that while he is indeed charming, there is something about his gaze that feels off… like a hunter sizing up his prey. But I push the thought aside, determined to keep my spirits high.

He leads me to the center of the ballroom, and we begin to dance. Augustus spins me with a grace that is impressive, and I find myself laughing at his playful banter. “You know, Lily,” he says, his voice smooth as silk, “I’ve heard whispers that you are quite the enigma. A student nurse? How quaint. You must have the most fascinating stories to tell.”

“Whispers?” I question, trying to keep my tone light…. Who can be whispering about me. “Nothing too thrilling, I assure you.”

“Okay, my brother told me.” He leans in, his breath warm against my ear. “I find that the most intriguing tales often lie just beneath the surface. Perhaps you’ll share a few over a drink later?”

I nod politely, but a shiver runs down my spine. There’s an intensity in his gaze that I can’t quite place, and I find myself longing for the safety of Leo’s presence. As the dance continues, I focus on the rhythm, letting the music drown out the growing discomfort.

Just as I think I might escape unscathed, the music ends, and Augustus gives me a sweeping bow. “Until next time, Miss Tempest,” he declares, a hint of something inscrutable in his smile. I curtsey, trying to shake off the unease as I step back, scanning the room for Leo.

To my relief, I see him approaching, a warm smile breaking across his face. “I was about to rescue you from my brother,” he teases lightly. “How did it go?”

“Charming,” I respond, forcing a smile. “Though I think I prefer your company.”

“Wise choice,” he grins, just as another gentleman steps forward.

“Ah, Miss Tempest. Might I have the pleasure of a dance?” The man is tall and impeccably dressed, with a striking face and an aura of confidence that immediately draws my attention. “I am Lord Edward, Earl of Grimsby.”

“Of course, my Lord,” I reply, my heart fluttering with a mix of intrigue and curiosity. Leo gives me a slight nod of encouragement, and I take the Earl’s outstretched hand.

As we begin to dance, I notice that he is a skilled partner, matching my movements with ease and grace. “You dance with such poise, Miss Tempest,” he says, his voice smooth and inviting. “It’s as if you were born to it.”

“Thank you, my Lord. I’m still learning,” I reply, genuinely enjoying the moment, my earlier discomfort fading in the face of his charm.

The dance flows effortlessly, and as we twirl, I find myself captivated by his easy smile and the way his dark eyes seem to hold a world of secrets. “Have you had the chance to explore the gardens this evening?” he asks, his interest genuine.

“Not yet, but I’ve heard they’re quite beautiful,” I respond, glancing toward the grand windows that open out to the moonlit expanse beyond.

“Then allow me to show you,” he proposes, his voice coaxing. “A drink on the back porch would be a delightful way to enjoy the night air, don’t you think?”

“Certainly,” I say, my curiosity piqued.

He leads me through the throngs of guests, the laughter and music fading as we step outside into the cool night air. The moon bathes the garden in a silvery glow, illuminating the paths lined with blooming flowers. The scent of night-blooming jasmine fills the air, and I can’t help but admire the beauty surrounding us.

But he doesn’t stop, he leads me down on a path. I go along because the garden truly is spectacular in the moonlight.

“It’s enchanting,” I murmur, gazing up at the stars that twinkle above.

“Much like yourself,” he replies, his tone suddenly more serious. I turn to him, caught off guard by the intensity in his gaze.

Before I can respond, he leans closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against my skin. “You are an enticing woman.” he mumbles, and it’s only then that I realize his intentions, but before I can pull back he grabs me, kissing me hard.