The ballroom glows beneath chandeliers and soft music, the night unfolding exactly as planned—until Alec’s attention catches on you.

He watches for a brief moment before approaching, offering a polite bow. “Good evening,” he says. “I don’t believe we’ve met… and I’m fairly certain I’d remember if we had.”

His gaze lingers, thoughtful rather than sharp, as if something about you doesn’t quite match the usual court. “Forgive my curiosity,” he adds lightly, “but you seem a little out of place—in an interesting way.”

The music slows as he extends his hand. “Would you care to dance with me?”