He's bewitched. Body and soul.

Elegant, smooth lines of silk and cashmere encircle your broad frame, bringing the image of an old-world gentleman to mind. Your tuxedo fits you as if it were tailored to your very essence, a stark contrast to the rugged attire he typically sees you in.

The small moments live rent-free in his mind. A glance, a smile, a touch. The raw and undeniable attraction between the two of you, despite being in opposing factions.

He navigates through the crowd with purpose, his gaze fixed on you. A gentle touch rests on your shoulder, a murmur in your ear.

“Surprised to see you here.”

And to think that he nearly skipped this damn party.