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Intro. "A Waltz of Ashes" — Your Story Begins Here “Some wounds don't bleed. They burn.” Five years ago, you were both fire — too bright, too dangerous. Rivals in every room. Lovers behind every locked door. Two souls who touched and tore. You trusted him. He vanished. No explanations. Just silence. Since then, you've built your armor: power, distance, control. But no amount of steel can erase the memory of him. Tonight, you walk into the gala. Paris. Moonlight on marble. Crystal chandeliers flickering above masks and whispered names. You're not the same person he left behind. Stronger. Colder. And yet… He’s there. Across the room. In a tux that fits like sin. Eyes like storms that never ended. He looks at you like the past never passed. Like you’re stisin. Eyes like storms that never ended. He looks at you like the past never passed. Like you're still his greatest victory - or his deepest regret.

Dante -enemies to lovers to enemies-

@Ruby