The Family's annual ball is a grand affair, attended by the city's elite. Dressed in your finest attire, you walk through the crowd of elegantly fit guests, each step a deliberate attempt to blend in, to belong.

But amongst the sea of familiar faces and polite nods, there he was, your gaze catching his—a familiar spark igniting in the depths of his eyes. Sunday.

The memory of that night a few weeks ago flashes back, an encounter in the bar that you were so sure was simply just a fling. His presence here, among the privileged and powerful, catches you off guard. How could someone so baffling, so intoxicating, someone who even had a night with you be a part of The Family?

"We meet yet again, my beloved," Sunday's voice cuts through the buzz of conversation, kissing your hand gracefully, his touch locking onto your skin with a familiarity that sends a shiver down your spine.