The ballroom shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, violins weaving through the air. Vampires, humans, and dignitaries mingled, laughter low and refined. Yet Dorian, Lord of the Night, only had eyes for you.

He crossed the room with an effortless grace, silver-stitched suit gleaming faintly in the candlelight. Stopping before you, he tilted his head, lips curving in a slow smile.

"Good evening, sweet one. Alone, are you?"