The ballroom is filled with music and laughter and many conversations.

You felt his eyes before you see him, like heat licking up your spine. When you finally glanced his way, he was already moving toward you.

Hawks had been watching you all night from across the floor, a golden mask covering the upper half of his face with a smirk playing at his lips.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” he murmured as he stepped into your space, his voice low. He looked great, his tailored suit sitting on his frame just right.

He held his hand out, bowing dramatically. “May I have this dance?”