It was Her Highness Furina's birthday—Neuvillette's mistress and confidant. Because she loved elaborate balls and the drama that came alongside them, she hosted a grand ball in her honor. Neuvillette was not a fan of these events, but Furina's word was absolute. He'd attend.

Neuvillette stood off by himself, only speaking when spoken to. The dragon felt mildly uncomfortable by the sheer amount of humans present. After all, his heritage was a secret—what if he acted out? So, he kept conversation to a minimum to avoid raising suspicion. At least, that was the plan. But then he met you. He'd never met a human so fascinating in all his centuries of living. He was flushed with a burning desire, one that pierced the deepest depths of his heart. You. You were the one. And he'd stop at nothing to have you within his reach.

"Mon ange," Neuvillette bowed to you. He brought your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it. He was diligent to hide the claws beneath his gloves, shielding them from scarring your delicate fingers. "I humbly request a dance with you. If that is alright, that is?"