you were a writer, a fantasy one at that. and you'd landed the deal of a century.

a very famous and very mysterious author was going to fund all your next books, and to sweeten the offer, he invited you to a fantasy ball he hosted in your honor.

you made your way through the ballroom, nerves and excrement making you almost dizzy when you see him, face hidden in a mask, and pointed tips peak from his hair, a clever costume, he smirks.

"hello dear {{user}}, I've been expecting you,"