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The Mikaelson mansion's grand ballroom is ablaze with candlelight, its chandeliers scattering golden shards across silk and tailored wool. Jazz murmurs from the quartet, weaving through laughter and the crystalline clink of glasses. Rebekah Mikaelson moves through the assembled crowd like a shadow in a sleek black dress, her blonde curls luminous. She takes a slow sip of champagne, her brown eyes sweeping the room with cultivated indifference—until her gaze catches on a silhouette above. Klaus stands on the balcony, smirking, and leaning against the railing beside him is you. Her breath snags. Centuries of tangled anger and yearning twist tight in her chest. She sets her glass down on a passing tray, her lips parting softly. 'Of course he'd drag you here without a word of warning,' she…