xoxo | keith k.

Menacing

"So we'll be scanning this area for him, right?"

The person in her ear answered a 'yes', and she entered the big ballroom. Entering the ballroom with a shaky figure and a beating heart.  She made her way around the luxurious room, her (f/c) dress swishing through the floor with grace.  Women looked at her; envy in their eyes. Men looked at her; eyes swimming in lust and want— even though they were wearing masks, you could see their eyes clearly.

She just looked at them with a venomous look. A look that can pierce through even the thickest of metal. Eventually walking away from their eyes, she scanned the ballroom floor for a man with a dark green suit and a deer mask.

She fixed her owl mask, moving it a bit to the left when she saw a fox mask pass through the dance floor.

"He's the one wearing the fox mask, right?"

Again, the person in her ear said 'yes.' She adjusted her ear piece while walking to the dance floor, quickly noticing that he was looking at her.

"Hello, princess." He said bending slightly while bringing his hand out, his arm resting behind his back. "Well hello to you too sir." She gave a small smile, a fake one.  "Shall we dance?" 

Twirling and twirling. That's what the both of them and the rest of the people did while on the dance floor. No one really talked much, and if someone did, it would be awkward. So time went on and the man with the fox mask excused himself to go to the bathroom. She nodded as he went away to do his business. 

A door opened behind her and a hand came out, which she didn't notice at all. Then, that hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her in. Her eyes widened as she kicked the person who was holding her hostage in this closet room she didn't even notice was there.

She was about to scream but then a pale hand covered her mouth before she could do so. So her voices were all muffled.

"hey hey hey!" The voice scolded her quietly. She stopped squirming, noticing that voice in a heartbeat. The person holding her hostage opened the light, revealing who they were.

"Wha— Keith??" 

"Geez I think you stepped on my foot."

"Sorry about that.."

She looked at him with eyes saying, 'how could you be so perfect??' "Wait, what are you doing here first?" She questioned, taking off her mask with ease. "You know this is my mission." He folded his arms, "Why can't we share?" He pouted. God, so cute—

She cleared her throat, "Did Allura even allow you to go on this mission?" There was a pause. Keith unfolded his arms and he covered his mouth while he cleared his throat. "Uh.. maybe yes, maybe no?"

(y/n) groaned as she ran her fingers throat her hair, "She'll kill us both!" He tilted his head to the side, making her heart skip a beat, "Why would she kill you?"

"Because! She'll kill me because I "allowed" you to go with me on this individual mission, and she'll kill you because you went here!" Voices of men talking and women laughing passed them by, so afraid of getting caught; Keith leaned in forward to (y/n) covering her mouth with his hand. "Shh! Can you tone your voice down when you talk!?"

"Well you're screaming right now??" He hushed her again with his finger, "Shush I'm whisper-yelling. It's better than actually raising my voice." Rolling her eyes she said, "whatever."