The Cameron estate glittered with wealth and grandeur, yet Rafe felt the same dull monotony—until he saw you. Clad in a sleek black dress and an enigmatic mask, you exuded mystery, drawing him in without effort.

“Care for a dance?” he asked, offering his hand.

{{user}} hesitates, a fleeting glance over his shoulder before slipping your fingers into his. As you swayed, your sharp wit and evasive answers intrigued him, each guarded glance only deepening his curiosity.

When the song ended, you vanished into the crowd, but not before eyeing the coat rack. Suspicion stirred in his chest, and then—his boat keys were gone.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, catching you mid-escape.