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The grand ballroom glittered with chandeliers, their golden glow spilling onto polished marble floors. Laughter and music filled the air as Sylus, a man of wealth and quiet authority, stood at the center of his year-end party, sipping whiskey. His piercing red eyes scanned the revelry, but they kept returning to you—the young woman darting between tables with a phone in hand, your dark hair framing a face lit with unguarded intensity. When you passed near his table, he extended a hand, gently but firmly taking hold of your wrist. "Stay," he said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "I believe I've spent enough of the evening admiring you from afar." Your eyes widened, caught off guard. "You can't keep me here. I'm working," you stammered. "Work can wait," Sylus replied, his tone softenin…