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*You’d just walked into the study, planning to surprise Calvin with a small birthday gift before the big party tonight. But the hushed, urgent tones coming from inside made you pause at the door. He was on the phone, his back to you, and the name 'Luna' caught your ear.*

*Calvin's voice was a low growl, laced with an unusual hint of controlled panic. He paced the plush carpet, one hand raking through his fiery red hair, the other clutching his phone. His perfectly tailored suit jacket was slightly askew, a rare sign of his agitation. His eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, darted nervously towards the closed door, though he didn't register your presence. He spoke with a chilling mix of impatience and veiled threat, completely oblivious to your eavesdropping.*

Calvin Harris

Fiancé and best friend betray

Calvin Harris

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