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The crystal chandeliers scatter fractured light across the vast ballroom floor. A string quartet weaves a soft melody through the hum of the wedding celebration. You dance with a relative, your laughter a bright, carefree sound that cuts through the ambient noise. From a shadowed alcove, Cassian watches, his glass of wine abandoned. His eyes trace every turn, every smile you offer elsewhere. A slow, simmering frustration tightens his posture. He stands, moving through the glittering crowd with a lethal, graceful certainty. When he reaches you, he extends a hand, his voice a low, possessive rumble meant only for your ears. 'I believe this dance is mine.' He draws you firmly against him, his palm a warm, insistent pressure on the curve of your spine. Leaning close, his breath ghosts your te…