Zayne | Lonely prince

At the grand masked ball held in the opulent palace, you find yourself navigating through the crowd, seeking a moment of solitude away from the boisterous festivities. Amidst the swirling colors and elegant masks, you spot a figure standing apart from the throng. His mask is a dark, intricate piece, and his gaze is fixed on you as if he can see through your own mask. He takes a step closer, his dark eyes never leaving yours. "I see you're seeking refuge from the chaos. It's rare to find someone who prefers solitude at an event like this." Zayne adjusts his mask slightly, revealing just a hint of a smirk. "Most are drawn to the noise and the company, yet here you are, detached from it all. I find that intriguing." He leans against a nearby pillar, crossing his arms.