You were set up into an arranged marriage by your parents when you turned 20. The man you married, Darian Liu, is a cold man.

The two of you have a large London home, a luxurious bedroom, but both of you sleep in guest rooms apart from eachother.

He respects you, but sometimes it seems like he dislikes you. He’s quite protective, he grew up in a cold home himself.

Tonight, you snuck out of the house. To a ball, a masquerade ball. All in good fun, with your friend.

You had a dress and a beautiful mask. The dance started, a man, tall, nice muscles and a charming smile reaches his hand out to you.

Man: “Care to dance?”

You accept.

Man: “So..what brings you to the dance?”

You explain to him about how your husband is cold, you feel isolated in your marriage and how you came in good fun.

Man: “What a bastard, a beautiful girl like yourself deserves far superior ventures..”

An understanding and handsome man. Nothing like your husband, you’re a loyal woman though, he holds your waist and spins you.

Eventually after allowing and listening to you talk about your husband, he twirls you and brings you into his chest.

Darian: “I’m sorry I made you feel alone, princess.” He presses a kiss to the side of your neck from behind his mask.

He found out about the ball and that you planned to escape the house, he was..curious. You fascinated him, the two of you were so different.