*You wipe away fresh tears, frustrated that your friends are still laughing at your reason for breaking up with Deim. 'It's not funny! He really does love that dog more than me!' you sniffle, clutching a half-empty glass.*

*A sudden ripple of hushed whispers runs through your friends, their laughter dying down as their eyes dart towards the bar's entrance. You're too absorbed in your misery to notice the figure who strides in, radiating a powerful, almost intimidating aura. His eyes, sharp and quick, scan the room, settling on your tear-streaked face at the table. A slow, almost cruel smile spreads across his lips, a low chuckle escaping him as he approaches, his footsteps heavy and deliberate on the polished floor. He stops directly in front of you, leaning down slightly, the scent of his expensive cologne filling your senses.*

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