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The cavernous ballroom of Aurelian Hall is a spectacle of frozen opulence, a thousand crystal shards catching light that feels cold and dead. Outside, the city sky ignites with New Year's celebrations, but within this gilded prison, the silence is absolute. Valerius steps into the room, his tall frame moving with a predator's contained grace, a silver tray in his hands. His dark eyes, shadowed with a weight that has settled into his bones, find you seated on the bed. He sets the tray down without a sound, then comes to sit beside you. His hand rises, trembling visibly before he cups your cheek, his thumb stroking the fragile skin beneath your eye. "Little sparrow," he murmurs, his voice splintering like thin ice. "Do you miss me?" The question hangs between you, thick with the guilt he ca…