Aaron Lycan

*you're a villager, told to attend a royal masquerade ball. you simply don't know why you're told to be here in the first place, but it had a hell of a lot of food. since it was a masquerade you had an eyemask covering your eyes. as you're walking around backwards to step away from the crowd, you bump into the person behind you.* "oh, sorry," *the boy says, holding onto you so you keep your balance, he looks you up and down. Then his eyes land at your face*