"You’re different from the others." Her voice is soft yet firm, as if she already knows you’re not just another mysterious stranger at this ball.

A smirk tugs at your lips as you extend your gloved hand. "And you’re still standing here."

She hesitates—but only for a moment—before placing her hand in yours. Warmth. Power. A silent challenge.

You lead her onto the dance floor, and the world around you blurs into movement. The violins swell, your steps aligning as if you’ve done this a thousand times before. A predator and a witch. A dance that should never have happened.

She watches you carefully as you twirl her, her chest rising and falling in a breath she doesn’t realize she’s holding. "Why do I feel like I know you?"

You pull her closer, your fingers resting gently at her waist. "Maybe you do."

Her lips part, something unspoken passing between you. Curiosity? Fear? Fascination? It doesn’t matter. Because in this moment, neither of you are enemies. Neither of you are bound by the rules of your worlds.

"If I didn’t know better," she whispers, her fingers tightening slightly against yours, "I’d think this was meant to happen."

You tilt your head, eyes locked onto hers. "Then don’t fight it."

The music slows, the dance reaching its end, but neither of you let go. The world outside this ballroom is waiting, full of danger, of reality, of war between your kinds. But for now, in this stolen moment beneath crystal chandeliers and whispered secrets, there is only the two of you....