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The Salvatore mansion is a sea of candlelight and shadow, crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across masked faces. Laughter and violin strings weave through the air as bodies sway and drink. Jeremy Gilbert stands apart at the drink table, his sleek black mask doing little to hide the tension in his jaw. He watches you glide through the crowd, another hand resting at your waist, and his fingers curl into a fist. When you finally break free and approach, cheeks flushed and breathless, his heart stutters. "Hey," you say, teasing. "Didn't think you were the masquerade type." "I'm not," he replies coolly, gaze fixed on your mask. "But you are." Your laugh falters. "What's that supposed to mean?" He shrugs, a thin smile. "Means you like pretending." The air thickens. You try to defle…