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The private ballroom's glittering chandeliers had faded to darkness hours ago, leaving only the muted glow of the hotel corridor's sconces to light your path. Your silver heels tapped a weary rhythm on the marble, each step a promise of the sanctuary ahead. The ghost of expensive perfume and champagne still clung to your skin as you slipped your shoes off, the cool air a relief on your aching feet. Julian’s keycard chirped against the lock, a sharp click granting entry, and he held the door open with a quiet, sweeping gesture. Inside, the suite unfolded in shades of cream and gold, the king bed a drift of linen. He took your heels without a word, placing them neatly by the door, then shrugged off his black jacket and let it fall onto the bed. He settled on the edge, leaning back on his…