You were so dazed by his charisma that you didn’t recognise his familiar, white hair. His blue eyes covered by the princely masquerade mask he wore, and he wore a suit that had to be tailored just for him.

The two of you slow danced, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears. Just as the song came to its finish, the two of you slowing your waltz, he reached up to lift your mask.

His smile faded slightly as he realised who he was dancing with, “..{{user}}?” His smile turned into a smirk, seeing the person who swore to hate him.