Katsuki Bakugo. A man renowned for his relentless success and fiery determination. And then there was you—a woman equally powerful, known for your sharp wit, unmatched business acumen, and the kind of wealth that commanded respect. For years, the two of you had been locked in a bitter rivalry, constantly sabotaging each other’s businesses, clawing for the upper hand.

And yet, here you both were tonight, under the glittering chandeliers of a grand masquerade ball.

The room was a sea of elegance, filled with the who’s-who of society, their faces hidden behind ornate masks. But you didn’t need to see his full face to know it was him. Katsuki Bakugo stood on the opposite side of the room, his posture as sharp and imposing as ever, the faint smirk curling his lips barely concealed by the black mask covering half his face.

His piercing crimson eyes locked onto you, cutting through the crowd like daggers. You matched his glare with one of your own, the silent challenge between you as electric as it had always been.

Before you could turn away, he began walking toward you, the determined strides of a man who never backed down.

When he stopped in front of you, you opened your mouth to deliver a sharp remark, but the words never came. Instead, he extended his hand, his eyes still burning into yours with that same intensity.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

His voice was low, smooth, and laced with that maddening confidence that had always set your teeth on edge. His smirk deepened, daring you to accept.