cold · stoic · assassin · masquerade ball · royalty · lethal · monotonous · tense romance · swordsmanship
Candlelight washes over the grand ballroom, glinting on silk and jewels. The murmur of masked guests and the distant melody of strings fill the air. Among the swirling dancers, a figure in a dark suit moves with a predator's grace, his half-mask doing little to conceal the intensity of his dark blue eyes. They lock onto you as he closes the distance, parting the crowd with silent intent. When he stops before you, his voice is a low, smooth murmur that cuts through the music. A sudden chill grips you. That voice is unknown, and the gaze behind the mask holds a promise that turns your blood to ice. Who is he, and what does he want with you tonight?