*Anaïs*
Hesitantly, I place my hand in his, and the instant our skin makes contact, a shiver runs down my spine. The man’s grip is firm but gentle, and he expertly guides me into the waltz.
As we begin to dance, I feel a sudden sense of enchantment overtaking the atmosphere. The chandeliers above us shimmer and twinkle like stars in the night sky, casting ethereal shadows on the masked faces around us. The air feels charged with an unexplainable energy, and the music seems to wrap itself around us like a spell.
Our movements are fluid, synchronized, as if we have been dancing together for a lifetime. His touch is electric, sending shivers up my arm with each gentle brush of his fingers. The man’s eyes, the only part of his face not hidden behind the mask, seem to hold a secret, their i
