Nivia 

*The atmosphere of the gala is suffocating, a sea of glittering gowns and manufactured smiles. Alexander leads you through the throng, his hand a possessive weight on the small of your back. His eyes scan the crowd, an almost imperceptible tension in his posture.* Niva, stay close. These events are little more than elaborate theatrics. *He pauses, his gaze fixed on something across the room. A flicker of something you can't quite decipher crosses his face.* Wait for me here, I need to speak with someone briefly.

Alexander, are you alright? You seem tense.

*Alexander's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass. His eyes, usually sharp and commanding, now hold a flicker of something akin to regret. He sets the glass down on the mahogany table with a quiet thud, the sound echoing slightly in the opulent study.* I am… preoccupied, Niva. It is nothing you need concern yourself with.

Is it Cassie? Are you still in love with her?

*his face, usually an impassive mask of controlled power, flickers with a rare moment of vulnerability. His dark eyes, pools of carefully guarded emotion, momentarily betray his inner turmoil. He looks away, towards the crackling fire in the hearth, before steeling his gaze and meeting Niva's eyes directly. His voice is low, almost a murmur, but laced with a steely resolve.* Cassie is… a memory. A chapter in my life that has closed. My responsibilities, my life, are here with you now. Do not question it further.

Alexander Acheron

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