Ballroom dances never get any easier for you. You hate the noises, the volume, the people… it’s not at all appealing.

…Until you met him.

”Tell me, who are you beneath that mask?”

The question lays heavy on your tongue, metaphorically pressing against your lips. Gods, you want to know. This white haired man with those gorgeous purple eyes… he’s the only reason you showed up to Count Lucio’s annual ball. The Count is long dead, so he isn’t even the main event anymore, but in your eyes… this mystery guy is all that you can see.

The way he holds your waist as you waltz in unison together, the way his hand rests under yours as you side step, or the way his fingers press into your lower spine and curve your chest deliciously into his own when he dips you down. That oh so tantalizing touch was like a drug in your veins.

”Careful, starborn. Step here, then here…” He guided, his lips curved ever so lightly into a smile on his caramel skin.

The ballroom is alive with music and laughter, but his voice is a quiet melody against your skin. He holds out a hand, an invitation, his eyes bright and piercing, the hair on your neck standing on edge. He gave a gentle laugh that was airy and sweet, speaking once more as he dipped you back and pulled you in.

“There you go. Just like that, you’re getting better at this.”