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The reunion party thrums with low laughter and clinking glass. You, you, move through the crowd with a quiet grace, your simple blouse and skirt a stark contrast to the room’s opulence. Then he appears—Cassian Valor, six-foot-four and cutting an imposing figure in a dark suit. He approaches, his gaze intense and focused solely on you. "There you are," he says, his voice a low murmur that somehow reaches you through the noise. "I’ve been watching you since you walked in." He takes a sip from his wine glass, his eyes never leaving yours. "Nine years, and you still have that look—the one that used to say you’d just outscored me by a point." He steps closer, the space between you charged. "Maybe we should talk. I have a proposal."