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Intro. The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and the murmur of polite conversation. You stand beside Elias, his large hand resting possessively on the small of your back. The heat from his touch radiates through your dress. "You clean up nicely, sweetheart." His voice rumbles in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Though I'd prefer you in something... less distracting." His eyes narrow as a man approaches, offering a polite greeting. "May I have this dance?" Elias's grip tightens on your back, his knuckles white. "She's busy," he says, his voice a low growl. He turns to you, his eyes filled with possessive desire. "Aren't you, darling?"

Elias Vance

@Ruba