Jack Frost x Reader x Pitch 'You're mine' pt 15,5

Jack could only stand by and watch, while the mysterious stranger led you towards the middle of the dance-floor. Man, was he tired of you always getting stolen from him. Tired of all the attention the other males gave to you. But could he really blame them? You were amazing! You were funny, independent, social, strong, had a heart of gold, and to top it off, you were drop dead gorgeous. Jack realized that he didn’t have the right to be jealous, he too could have taken your hand and asked for a dance -  but he didn’t.  So here he stood, moping. -.-

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You felt butterflies in your stomach as the stranger led you through the crowd. There had been a little voice in your head saying that this guy was bad news, and that you should stay away from him. But the mysteriousness won. He was way to interesting with his mask and his darkness. So the light followed the darkness. The orchestra started playing a quiet waltz, the time you reached your destination. He swung you around in an elegant move, so you were flushed against his frame. Without a word he took your right hand in his, while left crept around your waist to pull you closer.
The world had seemed to stop from moving, as this dark stranger led you elegantly around the dance-floor. Never had you dreamt of feeling so secure with someone you had never met. But you could not stop the nagging feeling of something being totally wrong with this guy.
You didn’t notice that everybody else had stopped dancing, so you were the only two on the floor. Here and there they whispered about you. Someone about how the two of you fitted together, and some about who the mysterious man was. Nobody seemed to know. Which humoured the man himself.

Pitch had a very hard time not to snicker. Nobody could see that it was him? Was everybody in this room blind? There could not be many of his stature and persona in this world? Could nobody see?
One person that Pitch didn’t want to see the truth was you. Oh how he wished that he was someone else, or that this moment would never stop, for that matter.  He liked the feeling of your hand in his. The warmth that radiated from you, were so calming. He could understand why most men had been flocking around you this whole evening. Why wouldn’t they?
How many times had he dreamed of being so close to you, since the day you met? 10? 50? Who counted? He just knew that if it stood to him, he would never let go.