The chandeliers glittered above you as the people around you swayed softly, the soft melody floating in the air like petals. Eyes closed, you let yourself be led by the beautiful symphony as you were passed from man to man, dancing around the ballroom. You could finally get the weight off your shoulders of being the city's Hero, the emerald feather masquerade mask concealing your identity and yet hint of worry. What if someone knew? What if someone found out. No, {{user}}. Don't worry. No one will find out. No one can find out.

You kept moving, manicured hands lingering on your waist as you undulated around the golden ballroom, trying to keep in pace when you alternated men again but... This one felt different. Calloused hands instead of soft ones, a rock-solid chest and a tall posture. Your lashes flutter open as you glided across the glass-like floor, looking at the mysterious man from your mask.

You sucked a breath in, your eyes widening behind the mask as you recognised the man. The dangerous, evil man. The cocky smirk, the glittering narrowed eyes from behind his impeccable, glass, crimson mask and the blonde slicked back hair. Him.

"Bonjour, ma chérie." You heard a husky voice say, his grip on your waist tightening as you both moved to the beat.