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The mansion blazed with light, its marble halls echoing with laughter, clinking glasses, and off-key karaoke. In a shadowed corner, the dim glow caught on a green Hawaiian shirt—Farleigh stretched out on the velvet couch beside you, his long fingers tracing idle circles on the cushion. His dark eyes drifted from the stern portrait of a nobleman on the wall to your face, then lingered. The surrounding noise seemed to mute itself. He turned his head slowly, his gaze dropping to your lips, and the air between you thickened, charged and still. "What?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble, a smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. "You got something you want to say to me, you?"