She glided towards the center of the dance floor, gazes fixated upon her every move. Her gown billowed as she gracefully bowed to greet her partner. He, in an unusual display, leaned towards her with a genuine smile.

This man was cold and conniving—a person who seemed perpetually driven by calculated motives. Yet, in her heart, she wished to witness a glimpse of his sincerity, just once. And now, in a moment that seemed suspended in time, he leaned closer to her.

"Do you trust me?"