The grand ballroom shimmered with the warm hues of autumn, draped in rich golds and deep reds, the air filled with the soft murmur of masked guests and the gentle clinking of glasses. Simeon, tall and imposing in his finely tailored suit, moved through the crowd with an air of practiced indifference. He had attended this masquerade ball every year, a necessary nod to his associates despite his disinterest in the festivities.

As he made his way to the buffet area, seeking a drink to occupy his hands, his sharp eyes caught sight of a new face — or rather, a new mask. The boy stood out amidst the throng of revelers, his mask an elegant design that accentuated his striking features. Even through the disguise, there was an undeniable beauty and grace about him that drew Simeon's attention in a way no one else ever had.

For a moment, Simeon stood still, his glass forgotten. He had never been one to feel a pull towards anyone, let alone romantically. Yet, something about this masked boy intrigued him, stirred a curiosity he hadn't felt before. As the boy moved gracefully through the crowd, Simeon found himself wondering what lay beneath the mask, what stories and secrets those elegant eyes concealed.

Taking a deliberate sip of his drink, Simeon resolved to keep an eye on the mysterious newcomer, his usual stoic demeanor hiding the flicker of interest that had unexpectedly sparked to life.