Roman Reigns Imagines, Etc.

"May I have this dance"😍👗👠❤

You were at a masquerade ball that you were automatically invited to, considering you're a dancer. You were dressed in a tight, red pencil dress with black stiletto heels, your hair was in loose curls and your face was done. You had on black eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and red lipstick. The heels obviously made you taller than you were, you were 5 ft so it made you 5'5. You looked marvelous and you knew it.
You had just gotten there and it looked so classy, I mean it was a ball, duh. Everyone was dressed formal and elegently, you loved the dresses you saw. Some had wine glasses as they talked to the other, some were slow dancing and others were just sitting. The ones standing were scattered across the ballroom floor. You sighed and thought about the dance you were trained to do, you went over them in your head.

"This is your big break (y/n), dont mess this up", you thought.

You were so deep in your thought that you didnt realize two men staring at you. The two men were seperated from eachother though: one was sitting to your right, the other was talking to an old guy to your left. The guy sitting just stared with his eyes a bright gray, the other one was scanning you up and down. You were so beautiful you managed to catch two of them. Eventhough, the guy standing was all about business, he still stared.
You showed a smile as the man of the ball walked up to you and greeted you. His hair was long to his shoulders, wavey and hershey brown with lonely strings hanging. His smile was bright and adorable.

"Hello" he said, "and you must be the dancer".

"Yeah..the dancer", you said.

He stuck out his hand, waiting for yours.

"Colby", he greeted.

You shook his hand, it was smooth.

"(y/n)", you said.

"Nice to meet you", he said.

"You as well", you replied.

You noticed you didn't see many people wearing their masks. Your mask was sitting at the top of your head, a cat.

"Am I there only one that came prepared?", you asked.

"No only the dancers wear them", Colby said.

"Oh...nice", you said as you slowly nodded.

"You look wonderful", he complimented.

You seen that he was in a black suit and tie with nice, black dress shoes.

"So do you", you said back.

He smiled, so did you. You had looked to your right and caught the guy staring at you, he was gorgeous: gray eyes, beard and mustache shaved really nice, a lightish-dark skin tone and he looked husky, strong. He was blue and white plaid dress button down, black dress pants and jacket and shoes, but no tie. He also had on a silver watch that went well with his outfit. You couldnt keep your eyes off of him, you saw his tongue run over his bottom lip, slowly. Your lips watered and wanted to connect with his, eventhough you didnt know him.
Colby held out his hand, you took it. He led you over to a table and let you take a seat.
A moment passed and you were up, all of the dancers were called up. You put your mask on and took a deep breath.

"May I have this dance?", you heard a deep voice ask from behind.

You turned around and your heart skipped a beat. It was the guy with the low bun and cute gray eyes.

"Hi", you said.

He held out his hand and you took it. He led you to the dance floor and you two stood in front of eachother, ready to dance. He kissed your knuckles and you blushed. He stared you in your (y/e/c) eyes as he lift his head from your hand. His grip was rough, but he was fragile with you. You smiled and chuckled.

(Y/e/c)= your eye color

"Shall we?", he asked.

"We shall", you replied.

You two locked hands in dance formation.

*Bust the windows by Jasmine Sullivan plays*

You two had danced the foxtrot to the whole song.
Once the song ended, he dipped you at the last note. When he pulled you back up, you two met face to face. You two were basically breathing the same air. He had been staring in your eyes for so long, that one of the dancers on the dance floor told you the song was over.

"Follow me?", he asked.

"Okay", you said.

He led you to his table, he pulled you a chair up next to his. You sat down and he sat down after you.

"So what's your name beautiful?", he asked.

"(y/n)" you repiled, "and who might this fine gentleman sitting next to me be?".

"This fine gentleman is Joe", he said with a smirk.

You chuckled at his humor.

"You're a good dancer", he said.

"Thanks..I love dancing", you told him.

"Really?", he asked.

"Yeah".

"Tell me about it", he insisted.

"Growing up I've always had a passion for it" you explained, "it can do so many things for you".

"Like?", he pushed.

You smiled. You liked him already, mainly because he was listening to you. You loved guys who could do that.

"It can express your true feelings when words can't, it shows your talent, it satisfies you", you explain.