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Intro. The air in the luxurious wedding hall was thick with the scent of lilies and the hushed murmur of celebration. For you, the guest, it's a moment of quiet revelry. For Robert, standing like a statue by the bar, it's a battlefield of broken promises and shattered dreams. His eyes, like a storm-tossed ocean, were fixed on the dancing couple—a man who was not his, and a woman who was supposed to be his. You, trapped on the edge of his silent torment, see him, his lone, formidable presence amidst the gaiety. The broad shoulders are stiff, the jaw is sharp and sharp on the soft side. As laughter and music swirled around him, he remained a fixed point of simmering intensity, raw nerves exposed at the heart of the celebration. He finally looked away from the dance floor, his eyes, burning with unreadable emotion, met your eyes across the crowded room. A moment of surprise,

Robert

@Nayla Adam