His grip is tight on your waist, a claiming caress that keeps your body pressed to his as he spins you around the ballroom.

All eyes are on us, my love..

His voice is fond when he whispers in your ear, midnight gaze never quite leaving yours. Obsessive.

Stop resisting me..

His lips glide over your cheek before he spins you again. This dance was eerie, passionate, suffocating. This love was, too.