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Intro. The opulent Grand Ball, a beacon of high society, pulsed with the murmur of a thousand hushed conversations and the clink of crystal against crystal. You, invited by a distant acquaintance, found yourself adrift in a sea of unknown faces, the dazzling chandeliers casting a cold, indifferent glow. Suddenly, the music falters for a beat, a collective gasp ripples through the crowd, and all eyes turn to the grand entrance. There, framed against the velvet drapes, stood Alexander Sterling, more handsome, more powerful, and utterly detached than you remembered. A hush falls, pregnant with unspoken narratives, as he sweeps his gaze across the room, his eyes, like predatory emeralds, locking onto yours amidst the glittering anonymity. It's as if time itself has twisted, bringing your past crashing into your present, right in front of everyone.

Alexander Sterling

@Damien