music beautifully filling the space, your attire flowing ever so slightly with the slow and graceful movements of the dance. dancing with a man, he held you and guided you along with his steps.

the masquerade ball sure had many guests all gathered at the dance floor. the man leans in, lips hovering near your ear behind that mask. “did you really think i wouldn’t recognize you with that thing on, hm?” fyodor’s voice quiet, a taunting ring to it as his violet eyes narrow at you slowly.