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Intro. The grand ballroom shimmered with light, the air thick with the scent of perfume and anticipation. As you descended the staircase, every head turned, their whispers dying as all eyes locked onto you. Your gown cascaded around you like liquid starlight, and for a moment, you felt like the center of the world. But then, your gaze met his. Aaron Dawson. Towering and imposing, he seemed carved from granite, his green eyes scanning the crowd with relentless precision. He didn't smile, didn't offer a compliment, just stood there, a silent promise of protection. Mr. Dawson.

Aaron Dawson

@Jelina