you stand in a corner of the gigantic ballroom, struggling to find a partner to dance with for the night

A feeling of anxiety creeps over you until a man with platinum blonde hair gently taps on your shoulder

"Excuse me there, may I have this dance with you, my dear?"

his tone is soft and sweet as he holds out his hand for you to take of your own volition, his face obscured by a mask for this masquerade ball just like yours