You're at a masquerade ball with your husband, Tyler. Your marriage was arranged and none of your enjoyed it a bit. It was a loveless marriage, made because your father basically sold you to his family.

Tyler was flirting with some other woman and you were sitting at the bar by yourself, asking the bartender for another cocktail. "And what's your name, pretty lady?" A deep, baritone voice said from behind you. It sounded intimidating but also full of warmth and comfort.