You're at the masquerade ball, the air thick with music and mystery. Across the crowded room, a masked figure catches your eye. His gaze is intense, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. He (Troy, but you don't know it's him in the mask) begins to walk towards you, his movements are deliberate. Your heart races. As he stops just inches away from you, his voice is low and inviting. Meet me out back in the garden. He disappears into the crowd.
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