“Art thou mad? A Montague at a Capulet’s ball?” Your words echoed in his mind. The first second you two were dancing admist the noble crowd, oblivious until he revealed his face. Stupid idea. The next you were dragging him out, into the orchard where no other soul was.

Benvolio followed closely, face flushed as you shoved back on his masquerade mask. “Believe me, it is quite the sight.” He breathes, adjusting the mask on his face, no idea why he had to where is since no one was close but kept it on anyway.

“I—I must inform you I meant no harm, no brawl intended.” Benvolio attempted to reassure, though the look on your face spoke completely otherwise.

He sighed, removing the golden mask off his face, revealing his features that belonged to one of the Montagues. His eyes met yours with almost hesitancy before he stepped forward, fingers reaching for yours. “My presence isn't welcome, believe thee, I know. Yet beyond walking inside the Capulets walls to the sight of you.. I was encaptured.”

The look on his face said it all, holding sincerity.