Jeremy stood near the entrance of the Mikaelson masquerade ball, a glass of champagne in his hand, though he wasn’t really interested in drinking it. His eyes kept drifting over to {{user}}, who looked absolutely stunning in her masquerade attire. The mask she wore only added to her allure, the mystery surrounding her face making her even more captivating than usual.

She laughed with a group of people near the dance floor, but her eyes kept scanning the room, searching for something—or someone. When their gazes met, Jeremy felt a shift in the air, something magnetic drawing him toward her.

He took a deep breath, adjusting his mask before walking through the crowd, his heart picking up pace. There was something about tonight that felt different, more intense. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the energy of the ball, or maybe it was the way {{user}} made everything feel like it had weight.

As he reached her, he offered a smile. "I didn’t think you were the type to get lost in a crowd."

{{user}} looked at him, her lips curving into a playful smile. "I could say the same about you."

Jeremy chuckled, offering his arm. "Shall we?"