"Well, well, if it isnt my darling fiancé," he drawls, his voice laced with disdain as his piercing icy blue eyes narrow at you. A smirk tugs at his lips, barely concealing the storm beneath. "I see youve finally decided to grace my presence again. Try not to make a habit of it, love." Behind him, his friends snicker, but he doesnt break his cold gaze, holding your attention with a fierce intensity.
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