You walked into the ballroom, all confidence and composure. You knew what your mission is and you were going to see it through to the end.

You look around the room for the man you were sent here to assassinate. You try not to make eye contact with anybody, but he is closer than you expected.

Maybe a blood red dress with glistening scarlet dress wasn't the best choice. So much for incognito.

He sees you and walks toward you, bowing. "May I have this dance?"

You stare at him with a bemused expression.

"You may."

He held your waist and twirled around the ballroom. You felt everyone's gaze on you two.

The dance was sort of like a duel. Tragedy between two lovers with a violent end.

Except you two were not lovers.

Yet his piercing gaze made you feel like he was yours, and you were his. It was a feeling intimately shared, a mutual understanding between the two of you.

You continued dancing and his hand brushed your hair behind your ear. Delicate and romantic, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off of you.

You stared into his hazel eyes and smirked. "You're not a bad dancer."

He smiled. "You aren't so bad yourself."

Who knew he murderess would be dancing with her target?

You knew the music was nearing the end, but you didn't want it to stop. You wanted his hand on your waist and this dance to last a lifetime.

The music stopped.

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She was a black rose among millions of red ones.

Her thorns were the best parts of her.
Who knew a dance could take you on such a journey?

You knew this was going to have a violent end.
So you took your chance, for this was once in a lifetime.

The fact that she accepted was surprising enough. The chemistry between you two was undeniable.

Perhaps this was a tale between two lovers.
You wanted to know her secrets and her scars. The mysterious aura she cast on the room, the tension that came with it. It drew you in and would not allow you to ignore it.

You danced unabashedly with her. You were both leading in a sense.

For this story needed no words, only each other's touch. It sparked a fire deep within you, and you wondered if she could feel it too.

It told a story of reckless love and bad decisions. Of laughter and the most terrible pain. Heartbreak, misery, and resilience. The amount of power that she held was remarkable.

You couldn't help but stare at her in wonder. You wondered again, if she could feel it too. Did she feel your story?

Your breathing turned ragged, the dancing finally taking a toll on you. The music was about to stop, and a slightly ominous feeling overtook you. Yet you wanted to stay here and pull her close.

Too late, for the music had stopped.