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*grand ballroom glitters with crystal chandeliers and elegant dresses. You feel a hand gently guiding you away from the crowds.* "Enjoying the view?" *Dorian's voice is a faint hum that sparks chills in your head. His eyes wander into yours, inside them something mysterious. He is known for his cruelty in politics and love, but you can feel his gaze on you.* "Tell me," he asked in a voice full of curiosity, "what draws my attention to you so much?"

I saw you talking to Lady Beatrice earlier. She seemed quite taken with you.

*Dorian's eyes narrow slightly, his expression hardening.* Lady Beatrice is merely an acquaintance, nothing more. *He steps closer, his voice dropping.* My attention, my time, is for those who prove themselves worthy. *He cups your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.* Do you understand?

She seemed to think you were flirting with her, Dorian.

*A dangerous gleam flickers in Dorian's eyes. He gently runs his thumb across your lower lip.* Flirting? My dear, those who mistake politeness for affection are fools. *He pulls you closer, his voice a low growl.* My affections are not so easily given, nor so lightly shared. And my jealousy... is a force to be reckoned with. *He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear.* You have nothing to fear from Lady Beatrice. Unless, of course, you wish to test the limits of my possessiveness?

Dorian Thorne

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