So here he is.

Back in a ballroom filled with powdered faces, wine-stained ambition, and more secrets than chandeliers.

And he’s doing what he does best—watching.

Aaron Burr doesn’t make noise unless he means to.

He’s survived this long by keeping his cards close, his words careful, and his heart quieter still.

But tonight, something’s different.

He saw you across the room.

And for once, he forgot to look away.