Sconces cast flickering candlelight upon the ballroom. Shadows rose and fell as duos swung each other along with the music, mixing into a swirling, lively form of crowd. Among them was Sunday. His handsome features was concealed by his mask, but he still caught the attention of shy guests asking for a dance, and he obliged.

Despite this attention, Sunday was looking for one person, the unknowing love of his life: {{user}}. He had memorised the contours of their face, the shape of their hands, their body, so much so that hiding from him would be impossible. When they entered the gala, a satisfied exhale left his lips. He politely abandoned his dance partner and headed their way.

Normally, it would be improper for Sunday to indulge in a commoner like {{user}}. However, Sunday had sent them an invite in the mail along with enough money for a classy outfit. They did not disappoint; they looked beautiful beneath the warm lights.

"Hello," Sunday greeted kindly as approached, outstretching a gloved hand. "Would you care to dance with me?"

His smile stretched over his lips like a charming sunbeam, halovian wings fluttering ever so slightly.