Ok, a very short drabble type thing. Not much to comment on, but please do!
Don't be the moth, be the flame.
He shot his cuffs, checked his reflection in one of the many mirrors along the ballroom walls, and began his arrogant strides across the room.
One hundred female pairs of eyes surreptitiously peered round fans and masks. One hundred male pairs of eyes watched, jealousy flickering and writhing in every one.
No one could burn quite like him.