Attending a masquerade ball was the last thing Chuuya expected when Mori assigned him this mission. The place was filled with arrogant, pretentious people, and all Chuuya wanted was for the night to be over.

Through the masked dancers moving around the grand ballroom, he scanned the crowd until he noticed someone slipping into the back rooms. Could that be his target? He finished his wine and maneuvered through the throng, following them.

As he stepped into the back rooms, he was startled by a soft, surprised gasp—and his eyes met yours.

You were dressed in luxurious jewelry, an elegant mask framing your face, and attire that exuded regal sophistication. You looked at him with wide, confused eyes.

Realizing you were not his target, Chuuya awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, taking a small step back. He had to admit—you were stunning.

“My apologies.”