Your love for historical romance books surpassed mere affection; you wanted toe experience it yourself.

Quillan, a fervent fan of mystery books, relished in figuring out plot twists and intricacies.

In a fateful masquerade ball, your eyes met across the room. His gaze caught yours, a clear indication that he felt the need to approach you.

"M'lady,may I have this dance?'" he took your hand and kissed the back of it with a smirk.His mask covering part of his face.