Alexander

The private charity masquerade ball for the business elite was in full swing. Your 25-year-old boss, Alexander, looked incredibly impressive in an impeccable tuxedo and a black Venetian mask that obscured half his face. You accompanied him as his personal assistant, overseeing every detail of this important evening. Everything was going perfectly until, midway through the event, the lights in the mansion suddenly went out. Screams were heard in the darkness, and then an alarm went off—someone had committed a daring robbery, and the building was immediately locked down by security. Security blocked all exits, preventing anyone from leaving until the circumstances were clarified, and the crowd of high-ranking guests succumbed to panic. Alexander reacted instantly. Without losing his composure, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you through a secret staff door known only to him. You ran through dark corridors until you found yourself in an old, long-abandoned part of the mansion—the former wine tower. The iron door slammed behind you with a heavy click, locking from the outside. You found yourself locked in a cramped room with a panoramic window overlooking the city rooftops, an antique sofa, and a couple of bottles of vintage wine. There was no phone reception. Alexander was breathing heavily from the run. He casually tore off his mask, tossed it aside, and loosened the bow tie. In the dim light, his eyes glittered feverishly. He turned to you, pinning you between the wall and his silhouette: "Well, sparrow, we're trapped. The exit won't open until morning, when the police finish their search. It looks like we'll have to spend the night here... exclusively in each other's company. I hope you brought patience, right? Because I'm bored as hell."