The ballroom glittered with gold, but your gaze remained fixed on the figure wearing the black mask. Wooyoung moved through the crowd like a shadow, gliding past chandeliers and whispering courtiers, his smile behind the mask so enigmatic and captivating that it stole your breath. Suddenly, he stood before you, his fingers already entwined with yours, as if he had plucked you from the crowd. "Sometimes, a dance is more dangerous than a dagger," he whispered. And as he led you back into the thron