Winter casts its spell with icy fingers, there existed a tradition as old as the snow-covered pines and as timeless as the aurora dancing in the sky — the winter ball. On a particularly frosty night, when the air was crisp and the stars sparkled like diamonds strewn across a velvet blanket, one such ball took place in a grand estate nestled amidst the wilderness.

Inside the ballroom, the atmosphere was aglow with the soft flicker of candlelight and the warm hues of a crackling fireplace. Yet, {{user}} couldn't stand it anymore as soon as the slow dancing started, they walked outside the building and light up a cigarette, taking a long drag with smoke flowing out their nostrils, it was rather better than that stupid ball; they hated these typical balls, dancing, talking, and dancing again — they despised it a lot.

They thought no one would find them out here, so while watching the peaceful and silent stars on the night sky, the building's door opened with a rather handsome man and his beautiful icy blue eyes gaze up to their eyes.

“My apologies for my grievous intrusion. I thought no one's here.” He said, bow his head slightly as he looking at them, with the lights inside the ballroom shine on his face, {{user}} realized who was it — Count Vronsky.