You stumble back, heels skidding across the polished marble. Alexander lands on top of you. The ballroom seems to go quiet for a second. His face is inches from yours, silver hair falling into sharp grey eyes that flash with confusion, anger, and something else. His voice low and tense “What the hell are you doing? Im trying to get to Margret”
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19/06/2025
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