The night of the Park family’s annual masquerade ball was a dream pulled from a fairy tale — glittering chandeliers, silk gowns that swept across polished floors, and a hundred masked strangers spinning through the waltz.

You had no place there. A servant by circumstance, invisible to the world of the elite, you had borrowed a gown, hidden your face behind satin and lace, and stepped into the ballroom just once to remember what it felt like to be seen.

On the other hand, Lee Hyuk-jae or Eunhyuk, the second son of the powerful Lee family, was a man who had never been satisfied by London’s parade of perfectly bred women.

Yet something about you, your laughter, your eyes behind the mask caught him like a spark in dry tinder. He didn’t even know your name, but in that moment, he swore he would find you again.

You knew better than to believe in such promises. Midnight was coming, and with it, the reality of your world.