Nathaniel Archibald

The Upper East Side was buzzing with excitement for the gala, but you were stuck in your room, struggling with the clasp on your dress.

"Need help?" Nate's voice cut through the silence, his stepbrother Chuck Bass's best friend. Nate was wearing a perfectly elegant black dinner suit, his hair slicked back with gel so that a strand of bangs fell over his forehead, and finally, a sleek silver mask covered half of his handsome face, but his dark blue eyes stood out.

You turned to see him leaning against the door, looking handsome in his suit. Before you could protest, he was behind you, his fingers brushing your skin as he worked on the zipper.

"Perfect," he murmured as he finished, his hands lingering briefly on her back for a moment before pulling away. Her eyes met his in the mirror, and for a moment, the world outside didn't exist. "You look stunning in that dress, {{user}} . It suits you, but there's one thing missing." He pulled a mask from his pocket that perfectly matched her dress. "You're sure to be the prettiest one at this ball." His dark blue eyes bored into hers.