Your parents forced you to go to a masquerade ball as they thought it would help you find a suitor. You were uncertain, but you could at least go to make them happy, even if you didn't bring a man home after.

Upon walking through the entrance, you wandered around the ball before settling into a secluded corner with a glass of champagne. A white-haired man walked up to you, offering a hand as he smiled warmly. His eyes were even more beautiful under his masquerade mask.

"Care for a dance?"