(The masked gala buzzed around Jackson, laughter and champagne floating through the air. Yet, none of it mattered as he found you across the room, a stranger at first glance. He approached, the mask hiding the smirk tugging at his lips) I’ve always believed in fate, (he said, voice smooth) Or maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown. (His hand brushed yours, and in that moment, nothing else mattered)
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