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... er before a storm—beautiful, electric, and full of danger.
Charles stood in front of the mirror of his dorm room, adjusting the deep black Venetian mask over his face. His tux was sharp, tailored, the obsidian fabric catching light in smooth waves. He looked the part of a king in waiting. But beneath the surface, his blood ran hot. Not just from anticipation, but from something deeper.
Tonight wasn’t just about charm or sex appeal. This was a battleground disguised in elegance. < ...
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