The grand ballroom shimmered with candlelight, nobles swirling in elegant waltzes. Princess Y/N, standing near the edge of the crowd, surveyed the scene with quiet detachment—until her gaze locked on him.

Prince Satoru Gojo, with his striking white hair and confident smirk, approached her with the air of someone who knew the room’s attention was already his. He bowed slightly, his eyes glinting beneath his mask.

“Princess Y/n,” he said, his voice playful. “These parties are dreadfully dull, don’t you think? I’ve watched all night, and yet none of these men seem worthy of your attention.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. “And I suppose you think you’re the exception?”

Gojo chuckled, stepping closer. “I prefer to think I’m just…more interesting.”

Despite herself, Y:n felt a smile tug at her lips. “And what do you suggest, Prince Gojo? Should we escape this place?”

He took her hand, his touch warm. “Why not? After all, some rules are meant to be broken.”

She hesitated for only a moment, then allowed him to lead her into a waltz. As they moved in sync, the room seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them in a world where royal duty and propriety melted away.

“This is just the beginning,” Gojo whispered as they spun across the floor. “I think we’ll have more than one dance ahead of us.”