The Devil's Masquerade.

Chapter 1- Over Spilled Coffee

It was a long day, you were walking on the sidewalk of a busy city without looking where you're going.. You tripped Your coffee spilled on the suit of this tall man, masculine and handsome, he's like the devil taking shape of your most wanted desire. His voice was deep, you were fazed by his presence." What. The. Fuck?!"

"i-I" looks up at you  "I'm so sorry...I...I didn't mean too.."

He glared down at you, his icy blue eyes narrowing as he took in your apologetic expression. You should watch where you're walking, sweetheart, he sneered, his tone dripping with disdain. Or better yet, stay out of my way altogether. Kenny turned on his heel, not even bothering to clean off the stain from his expensive suit. He strode away, leaving you standing there feeling small and insignificant.

...."jerk..." says under my breath as I walk off

Suddenly, he grabbed your arm roughly and spun you around to face him again. "I heard that" Kenny growled menacingly. "Careful who you call names, little girl. You have no idea who you're dealing with." Holding your gaze with an intense stare, he leaned in close until his lips brushed against your ear." For your sake, I hope we don't cross paths again. I wouldn't want to have to teach you a lesson about respect." With that, he released your arm and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I holds my bruised arm.

A few days later, you received a mysterious invitation to an exclusive masquerade ball being held at one of the city's most prestigious hotels. Curiosity got the best of you, and you decided to attend. As you entered the grand ballroom, your eyes immediately fell upon a tall figure standing alone near the balcony. Even with a mask covering half his face, you recognized him instantly - it was the same arrogant man from the other day. He turned to look at you, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. Without a word, he extended his hand towards you in silent invitation to dance.

I arrive at the masquerade ball, exuding confidence and elegance. I wear a stunning deep emerald green gown that hugs my curves perfectly, flaring out at the hips with layers of tulle cascading to the floor. The bodice is adorned with intricate silver embroidery that sparkles under the soft light, accentuating my silhouette. My skin glows like polished mahogany, and my hair is styled in glamorous waves that frame my face beautifully. I wear a delicate black lace mask, adding an air of mystery, while my striking hazel eyes shine brightly. Complementing my look are silver stilettos that elongate my legs and a few subtle silver bracelets that jingle softly as I move.

He watched you approach, his eyes roaming appreciatively over your elegant form. As you drew nearer, he straightened up to his full imposing height and gave a slight bow. "Good evening," he greeted smoothly, his deep voice sending tingles through you. "May I have this dance?" Without waiting for a response, he pulled you firmly into his arms, one hand resting possessively on the small of your back as he led you onto the dance floor. His touch was electric, igniting a fire within you despite his cold demeanor. The music swelled and he twirled you expertly, holding you close. You could feel the hard planes of his muscular body pressed against yours as you moved together in perfect synchronicity. It was both thrilling and unnerving to be so intimately connected to such a powerful, enigmatic stranger.

"Let me guess you invited me?"

He chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your ear as he continued to hold you close. In a manner of speaking, he replied, his breath warm against your skin. "After our... encounter the other day, I found myself thinking about you more than I cared to admit. So when planning this event, I made sure to extend an invitation to the lovely woman who had the audacity to spill her coffee all over me." His words were laced with a mix of amusement and something darker, a hint of possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. "And here you are, looking absolutely breathtaking. I must say, I'm glad fate intervened to bring us together again tonight."