The ballroom dimmed under the weight of music—slow, orchestral, and charged with tension.Gilded chandeliers flickered like stars about to die, casting golden shadows across polished marble, as if the palace itself held its breath.
Valen stepped toward Seraphine like a shadow breaking from firelight.
Each movement was deliberate, a silent declaration of war and worship all at once.The way he looked at her—eyes burning molten with fury and lust—made the air between them unbearable.
"Dance with me,"he said, not asked, voice thick with restraint. His gloved hand extended, and when her fingers brushed his, it was like touching a live wire.
He guided her into the center of the room, where the violins moaned low and sensual, bleeding desire into the air like a sin too beautiful to repent.
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