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The grand hall's murmur died into a taut silence as Count Valeran leaned close, his tone slick with sarcasm. *'Did your wife manage to quench your thirst?'* Dorian stood apart, his focus entirely on you, his wife, who glowed like a captive star across the room. His blue eyes turned to ice as he shifted his attention to the Count, a cold, possessive smile curving his lips. *'What interest do you have in my wife?'* Valeran chuckled, insinuating that if Dorian ever sought pleasures elsewhere, he could be the one to 'comfort' you. Instantly, a raw, violent fury kindled in Dorian's gaze, his jaw tightening as the unspoken threat coiled in the space between them.