"You've imbued this heart" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I made my way into the lavish ballroom. The glamorous decorations could make anyone faint with the dream to have them.
A long table filled with luxurious and exotic delicacies, once again excessive.
The classic music played by a small band of violinists and pianist at the side of the room was comforting. It told spectators that this was a time to socialise with freedom.
Freedom because no one would know who you were.
The theme was Masquerade and, like expected, everyone wore masks to conceal their identity. When I mean everyone, I mean everyone. The servants, the guards... It was a time of mystery.
Mystery with a bit of fun.
Romance, mischief... Those were prominent feature of balls such as this. In fact, I don't think most people remembered to greet the host as they were so swept up in a chic lifestyle.
I took a sip of dark wine, my ring clashing with the glass. A stain of red became imprinted on the priceless glass.
I chuckled, sometimes I wonder why I come to these balls. The act of dressing up, being formal, feigning interest... It's become boring.
I wasn't much for the life of frivolous scandals. I left that for the 'classy' wives of rich old men.
But I had to admit, it was fun seeing men fall for me. Call me hard to get but it was just funny to watch.
I did tell them I didn't have any interest in relationships or one night stands. I just made sure to take my time in order to make them captivated.
I smiled at the thought, oh what a shameless woman I was...
"Excuse me, madam?" I turned around at the sound of a deep voice, gripping my glass tighter at the sight of the man who addressed me.
He seemed a treat. And I'm actually admitting this.
"Yes sir?" I took in his smart appearance.
He didn't seem like a regular person to come to these balls. "Would you like to dance?" He asked confidently.
I put down my glass and purse, smiling at the man. "Of course."
I placed my hand in his. He guided me towards the few couples dancing too and soon, almost everyone was waltzing as well.
"May I ask what I should address you by?" I asked, looking deeply at his eyes.
"Namjoon." I furrowed my eyebrows.
"You... You've given me your name."
He chuckled, "Yes, I don't really care about people knowing who I am. Besides, now you're inclined to tell me yours." This man is rather smart.
Normally, I wouldn't have but he seemed different than the men I had met in these balls. "Y/N."
"What a beautiful name for a beautiful lady."
"You're too kind Namjoon." I rolled his name off my tongue seductively, teasing him.
It seemed to work as he almost stayed on one foot for too long. He was a skillful dancer, never managing to keep his eyes from me as we spoke.
He intrigued me. I had never heard of a Namjoon coming here.
His hand on my waist, the other intertwined with my hand. His eyes on mine and his lush lips inviting me.
"You've imbued this heart."
Huh? Did he say that to me?
"E-excuse me?"
He smiled at me. "Wouldn't you like someone to say that to you? Someone that loves you for who you are? In this kind of life, most people don't have faithful or real relationships."
Relief rushed through me. "Well... It would be incredibly hard I have to admit but yes I think everyone deserves to have a person like that."
He moved his head closer, "Well I doubt you'd have any trouble in succeeding but the true love part can baffle anyone."
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his. "I'm sure we'll each get our beloved ones eventually."
The corner of his mouth turned up and he looked down with a ghost of a smile "Yes, indeed."
For the first time, I actually wanted to rip off his mask to see who he was. Surely no one would mind if I tried to break one rule.
I wonder if he would mind...
The End ♥️
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