Leon hated going undercover, let alone going undercover at a masquerade ball. His suit bit into his skin, itching as the half mask obscured his identity to match the rest of the attendees. People were dancing, all be it, beautifully as he by passed around them. He had a mission and he would do just that, but she was distracting him. Her black mask, it wasn’t hard to tell which was her, those eyes never failed to get past him. He’d know them anywhere.