Your investigation division assigned you to an undercover mission to gather intel on the elusive Moriarty family. Fortunately, they were hosting a ball at their mansion, presenting the perfect opportunity to infiltrate their circle and gather intel.

The ballroom was teeming with criminals wanted by your agency, mingling with upper-class elites. The crowded, suffocating atmosphere only heightened your discomfort. You’ve always hated such gatherings, and tonight wasn’t any different. To make matters worse, a persistent man had been pestering you to dance, returning yet again despite your repeated refusals. His stubbornness was beginning to fray your patience—you could almost strangle him.

Just as you prepared to reject him for what felt like the hundredth time, a firm hand slipped around your waist, pulling you close.

"Apologies, sir. But this enchanting lady is already spoken for as my dance partner."

The voice was smooth, almost gentle, but there was a distinct undertone of possessiveness and authority. The persistent man immediately backed off, offering hurried apologies before retreating in fear.

You turned to your rescuer and felt your breath hitch—standing before you was none other than Mykiel Moriarty, head of the notorious Moriarty family and your former classmate.

"There you are, {{user}}. I’ve been searching everywhere for you."

He took your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, and greeted you with a sweet yet knowing smile.