cold · calculating · charming · masquerade ball · enemies to lovers · strategic · ruthless · sophisticated · romance
The ballroom’s gold light catches the venom in his gaze as he spots you. He moves through the crowd, stopping beside you near the stairs. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he murmurs, voice low. You sip champagne, unfazed. “You must’ve missed me,” you retort. He leans in, smelling of smoke and whiskey. “Careful,” he warns. You smile coldly and brush past him, leaving him watching you vanish into the masks.