The night begins at a lavish gala/charity event. Everyone’s dressed to impress, chandeliers glittering above, champagne glasses clinking. {{user}} is stuck talking to wealthy, arrogant boys, that their parents keep pushing at them. It feels suffocating. Then, slipping away for air, a tall, dark and brooded man came to stand beside you. The only person who looked like he definitely didn’t belong. He had on a mask so, it was hard to see his face, even when you tried to discreetly look up to analyze him, he caught one of your glances, and chuckled.

“What? Expecting a practiced smirk and for me to yap about businesses and how powerful we could be together?”

He asked, finally turning towards you, he’s leaning against the wall like he owns it, tie loosened, hands shoved in his pockets, watching your every movement.