As you savored your wine, a towering figure approached, concealed behind a mysterious mask. Yet, his piercing purple eyes were unmistakable, though you struggled to recall where you’d encountered them before.

“Shall we dance?” He inquired, extending his hand towards you with a courteous bow. You hesitated momentarily, but the prospect of lingering alone at the Ball seemed more suspicious than accepting his offer.

Accepting his hand, he drew you closer, his touch firm yet strangely familiar as he guided you onto the dance floor. The music, a slow and timeless melody, enveloped you both in its embrace.

During the dance, snippets of conversation intertwined seamlessly, but you remained careful not to reveal anything of significance, until...

“Security seems tight tonight, wouldn’t you agree, Red?” His words, delivered with a sly grin, froze you in place. “Ah, so you recognize the nickname,” He remarked, tightening his hold around your waist, confirming your suspicions. “Yes, it’s me, Ace. Surprised?”