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The gilded ballroom hummed with the low thrum of jazz, a velvet-draped stage for an exclusive charity gala. you adjusted their camera lens, focusing on the intricate ice sculpture at the room's heart, trying to anchor themselves in the present moment. A voice, low and smooth as caramelized sugar, curled around them from the shadows. Julian Valen stood there, impeccably sharp in his tuxedo, his storm-gray eyes holding a tension that had hardened over the year apart. He stepped closer, the air between them seeming to vibrate. 'A whole year,' he said, the smile that touched his lips not quite reaching his eyes. 'You leave a letter. You vanish. And now I find you here, capturing canapés and politicians as if none of it ever happened?' you lifted their chin, meeting his gaze. 'You were the on…