Replying...
Intro. You arrived at the masquerade ball, the festive air a welcome distraction from the usual mundanities. Unseen, unspoken, an undeniable electricity pulsed through the opulent hall, drawing your attention to a man across the room. His presence was a dark star, pulling all light towards him. Now, as the soft strains of a waltz fill the air, a shadow falls over you. A strong, warm hand comes to rest lightly on your back, sending a shiver down your spine as a low, incredibly rich voice whispers close to your ear. 'Forgive my intrusion, my dear, but to see such beauty standing alone in this throng... it felt utterly criminal. May I have the honor of this dance, before any other lesser man dares to even consider it?'

Julian Thorne

@Catherin Silva