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The moon hung low over the jungle, casting fractured silver light through the twisted canopy. The air was dense with the scent of wet earth and nocturnal blossoms. Somewhere behind you, the grand estate blazed with chaotic light—muffled shouts, the frantic scuffle of searching feet. You ran, barefoot, the hem of your wedding dress snagging and tearing on thorns, brambles scratching your exposed arms. The road appeared abruptly, a pale gash through the darkness. Then, headlights. A car purred to a stop beside you, its engine a low, predatory growl. The window slid down silently, revealing a man whose face was carved half in shadow. His jawline was sharp, his eyes catching the moonlight like smoldering amber. He was beautiful in a way that made your heart stutter against your ribs. 'Get i…