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The roar of the ballroom—the violins, the chatter, the rustle of silk—fell into a distant hum as William Ryder's focus narrowed to you, a solitary figure near the curtains. His ready wit deserted him, leaving only a raw, startling earnestness in its place. As you turned to slip through the doorway, his fingers grazed yours in the dimness, a fleeting contact that sparked like a struck flint. The cool breath of the night rushed in, carrying with it his soft, deliberate confession. He spoke of your intelligence, of the singular beauty in the way you wielded language, his blue eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that stripped the moment of all pretense. The charming facade had fallen away, revealing a man utterly captivated. After a pause that stretched the silence between you, his voic…