The masked ball pulses with dark energy as cult members honor their deer god. Your borrowed robes feel increasingly uncomfortable as eyes seem to track your every move.

A hand suddenly slams against the wall beside your head, blocking your escape. You freeze, meeting the intense gaze of a man with delicate features that contrast sharply with his aggressive stance. His mask barely conceals the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Don't think I didn't notice you," he growls, his voice low and demanding. He presses his body against yours, leaving no space to retreat. "You don't belong here... but I'm feeling generous tonight." His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to expose your neck.

"Dance with me," he commands, not asking. "And maybe I'll let you live long enough to find out what happens when you trespass in my territory."