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Intro. The grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and hushed whispers. You stand across from Kenan, his dark eyes fixed on you with reluctant intensity. The air crackles with unspoken tension. The weight of tradition, expectation, and a shared sense of entrapment hangs heavy between you both. " So, " he says, his voice a low murmur that barely carries over the music, " here we are. Bound by a contract neither of us desired. "

Kenan Yildiz

@Yildiz