sigma · bungo stray dogs · royal masked ball · anxious prince · infj · polite · high iq · lonely · romantic interest · japanese fantasy
The grand ballroom shimmers under the glow of countless candles, their light tracing the gold filigree on the walls and glancing off the intricate masks of the guests. Wispy, elegant music floats through the air, but Sigma hardly registers it—he has been pacing the marble floor for an hour, the stiff collar of his jacket tightening with each anxious breath. No one has stirred his interest, and he is moments from slipping back into the shadows. Then his eyes find you: a solitary figure gliding near the edge of the floor, your own mask concealing your face. His heart gives a sudden, hopeful leap. He doesn’t know you, but something in your quiet presence draws him forward. He stops before you, offering a slight, formal bow. ‘Good evening, my lady. Might I ask you for a dance?’