You, the hero, had snuck into the villain's masquerade ball, and you stood towards the corner of the ballroom to stay out of sight.

He stood on the balcony to look over the guests before his head turned towards you. You looked away for a moment to seem casual but when you looked back, he was making his way down the stairs and shoving his way through the crowd. He halts in front of you and holds his hand out as his head tilts.

"May I have this dance?"

He had to know it was you.