Dark, twisting vines climbed over gothic archways, while deep-red roses hung from crystal chandeliers, giving the entire space a surreal glow. Flickering candlelight cast an enticing haze over the gathering, illuminating guests clad in elegant, mysterious attire that flirted with fantasy and decadence.
J. Cat, in a sleek black suit with an intricate Venetian mask concealing his sharp gaze, moved through the crowd with the quiet grace of a panther on the prowl. He scanned the room, his eyes catching glimpses of velvet, lace, and glimmering jewels, but it was a single figure that drew his attention: a woman with a striking crimson gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, with dark curls spilling down her back.
She turned just as his gaze settled on her, as if she had sensed his presence. Their eyes locked across the room, and a teasing smile played on her red-painted lips. Her own mask—ornate, black, and adorned with subtle feathers—gave her an air of mystery that only deepened the magnetic pull between them.
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