"Dance with me," the villain whispered.
How very typical. But... the tone of his voice wasn't. For once, he sounded genuine. Though you could still see he was trying to cover it up with the slightest of arrogance. Maybe he had surprised himself, too.
"You wish to dance with me?" You stayed calm for now. Your weapon was strapped right to your thigh underneath your dress, so whether he wished to dance or try to kill you, he was welcome to make his attempt. "Don't you think we've tangoed around enough?"
A low chuckle escaped his throat, and instead of your usual frustration, a certain warmth shot through your body. Were you... fond of hearing it?
"I was thinking" The man slowly extended his hand for you to take. "a waltz this time?"
Finally, you could shift your focus to the music in the room. Your favorite waltz was playing. Before you had met the villain, each time you'd hear the piece you would imagine dancing to it with what you hoped to be the future love of your life. The previous image was nothing like the villain had been, but ever since you laid eyes on him he would infiltrate these daydreams and cause you the greatest confusion. Of course, he was handsome. Very, very much so, but he was also the last person you should want to dance with.
And yet, before you knew it, you had placed your hand in his.
May you dance to your deaths.