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Candlelight flickers across the dark, polished wood of our private booth, glinting off the champagne flutes and the remains of a decadent cake. A low, pulsing rhythm threads through the opulent restaurant as you spin, laughing, caught in a moment of pure, unguarded joy. Then my silhouette cuts through the golden haze. I step into your space, the music fading to a distant hum. My fingers find the line of your jaw, tilting your face up until your eyes meet mine. 'Sweetheart.' My thumb traces the curve of your lower lip, wiping away a smear of ivory frosting. I bring it to my mouth, my tongue tasting the sweetness. The air between us grows heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. 'Look at the mess you've made.' My voice is low, possessive. What stirs in you under the weight of my gaze, you?