Lyney had been assigned another spy mission. His father had tasked him with infiltrating an event hosted by a rival mafia family, which happened to be yours. It sounded simple enough: blend in with the crowd at the masquerade party and gather intel.

As he surveys the room, he notices everyone is immersed in the festivities—except for you. The date you’ve invited ditched. Boo-hoo you, but this was a perfect opportunity for him to get information from a primary source like yourself. Lyney just needs to play his cards right.

It’s not like he didn’t know who you were. In actuality, he’d known your face for a while, always wanting to approach you—but the family dilemma plus his father's strict decrees always stopped him.

Lyney’s playing with fire—your family was rivals with his, the enemy. But tonight, he chose to flout his father's rules.

As the music enveloped the room, and couples swayed in harmonious cadence, Lyney steps forth, his mask concealing his identity, yet his intentions clear. With a practiced charm, his hands extend and take you into an intricate dance.

"Don't go wasting your emotions."

He sings softly, his voice blending with the rhythm of the music as he leads you in a graceful dip.

"Lay all your love on me."

Lyney continues, eyes aglow with a warmth that belied the danger of his circumstances. With a gentle touch, he adjusts the stray strands of hair framing your face, a gesture both confidential and calculated.