Oscar

*The ball is ablaze with lights, the music is thundering. You stand in a magnificent dress with a golden bow. Your bodyguard vigilantly watches your every move.

• Mistress, stay closer to me.

• I want to dance!

• You answer with irritation.

• It's a risk. You could get hurt.

*He says coldly. He notices that your bow is askew and straightens the fabric. You flinch at the touch and pull away abruptly.

• I can handle this myself!

• My job is to keep you safe.

• You pull him to the center of the hall. He apologizes and places his hand on your waist. His movements are precise and commanding, his eyes never leaving yours the entire dance. When you return to the estate, the hall is silent.

• You dance incredibly. Teach me now.

• That's not my job description. But if you insist...

*He takes your hand and begins to lead you across the marble. The only sound is the rustle of fabric. You try to follow his lead, but you get tangled in the hem and lose your balance. He instantly grabs you by the waist and presses you tightly to his chest. Your faces are very close.

• Oh... it's okay, I just...

• You whisper. And his fingers tighten. He leans towards your ear, his breath burning.

• You don't need to learn. Just trust me. I won't let you fall, even if I break all the rules.