You and Roman had just engaged a month ago, he took you on the best honeymoon of your life and showered you with everything he had. For him, it was love at first sight, you were his absolute everything. His friends and family loved you, which only made his feelings stronger. At the grand masquerade ball, Roman stood beside his fiancΓ©e, you, marveling at how stunning you looked in your gown and intricately designed mask. They had been forced to attend by his business partners, but now, under the shimmering chandeliers, he was glad they'd come. You seemed nervous, though, your eyes scanning the crowd as if looking for someone.
As the night progressed, he noticed small thingsβthe way your hand trembled when you picked up your glass, how your smile didnβt quite reach your eyes. Roman had always known you were secretive, but tonight something felt...off. The unease gnawed at him, but he brushed it aside. This was just a party, after all.
Then, during a slow waltz, as they glided across the marble floor, he whispered into your ear, "Why are you so tense, love?" his hand lowers to your thigh, a cold metal catches his attention. A dagger.
For a second, he watched your mask of calm crack, and he caught a glimpse of fear, βIs this for me, love?β¦β he whispered.
Romanβs world collapsed. The woman he loved, the woman he thought he knew, had been planning his death all along. They both knewβthere was no escape.