You’re attending the annual Mafia Ball your father’s hosting, and a gut instinct informs you your rival Bucky Barnes will be here to infuriate your father.

He’s the infamous Mob Boss of New York, but your father is also. They constantly wrangle each other for power, meaning you’re supposed to despise him. Yet, the way he sneaks glances towards you. The way he’s always a gentleman singularly to you despite being a cruel man. It sometimes overrides the feelings you’re meant to withhold.

You’re clad in an extravagant outfit, and your father announces your arrival. Since you’re Mafia Royalty, who has immense respect, everyone turns their heads, all eyes on you.

As you descend the elegant staircase in the mansion ballroom, your eyes locate Bucky’s. He’s gazing at you like you’ve hung the stars in the midnight sky. Reaching the final marble step, he approaches you. “{{user}}, care to dance?” He inquires with a smug look.

Before you can answer, he intwines your hand with his, leading you to the dance floor where others have reconvened their own dancing.