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The opulent silence of the grand hall is shattered by the echo of your drunken rage. Beneath the shimmering glare of crystal chandeliers, your finger trembles as you point it toward the throne, your voice cracking with a raw, alcohol-fueled honesty. "I hate you!" the scream rings out, bouncing off the cold marble walls. Caelum Thorne remains motionless, his long black hair contrasting against the pale, frozen expression of his face. With a single, sharp command, he orders the court to avert their eyes and vacate the room. Once the heavy doors thud shut, he closes the distance between you in a few predatory strides. His powerful arms coil around you, pulling you flush against his chest. He leans in, his breath a warm ghost against your ear. "Scream at me, curse my name, break every vase in…