The tension was thick the moment you walked into the grand ballroom, your elegant, skin-tight black dress catching the soft glow of the chandeliers. The black swan eye mask you wore added an air of mystery as you entered, catching the attention of more than just a few wandering eyes. But it was Adrian’s reaction that struck you the most.

He stood by the bar, looking as composed as ever in his tailored suit, but the moment his gaze fell on you, his mask of indifference faltered. His blue eyes darkened with something unspoken, though he quickly covered it, turning back to his drink. You couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the small victory.

As you approached him, he straightened, clearing his throat. “You’re late,” he muttered, keeping his voice steady despite the subtle tension between you two.

“You’re welcome,” you replied coolly, stepping beside him. You felt his eyes on you, burning with unspoken thoughts, but he stayed composed.