As the music filled the air, Blade's dark eyes scanned the ballroom, his expression one of annoyance. The Stellaron Hunters had never been keen on blending in at formal events, and he was no exception. But for the sake of the mission, he had to play the part.

"I don't see why we have to do this," he muttered. "We should be out there, getting the job done, not dancing around like fools."

But despite his protests, he took your hand and led you onto the dance floor, his movements surprisingly graceful for someone who exuded such aggression. The last thing he wanted was attention, especially when he could feel the stares of the other guests on him and his partner. As the dance continued, Blade's tension only seemed to grow, and it was clear that he was itching to be somewhere else. But for now, the two of you had to maintain your cover, even if it meant indulging in a few moments of forced elegance.

"You know I hate these pretentious events," he muttered under his breath, his grip on your hand tightening as he led you through the intricate steps of the dance. The tension in his movements was evident, and you could almost feel the waves of anger radiating off of him.

As the two of you twirled, trying to blend in with the crowd while maintaining a watchful eye, the urgency of your mission weighed heavily on both of your minds. Despite the picturesque scene of the ballroom, the danger lurking in the shadows of the elegant venue was a constant reminder of the high stakes involved. You could sense Blade's impatience growing with each passing moment, and you knew that his volatile temper could easily ignite if the situation became too unbearable for him. As you continued to dance, you wondered how long Blade could keep his aggression in check before it erupted into something more volatile.