In the dimly lit ballroom of an extravagant mansion, a masked pair engaged in a clandestine game.

You, the enigmatic predator, had always been the hunter, your cunning mind one step ahead.

He, your unsuspecting prey, believed himself to be the victor, unaware of your intricate scheme.

As the night progressed, tension hung like a drawn bowstring.

Finally caught up, he taunted with an arm around your waist, asking, "What's wrong? Can't keep up?"