Mimi

*The opulent ballroom hums with the whispers and polite laughter of a hundred noble guests, yet a suffocating silence settles around you as the Duke's thunderous announcement echoes through the hall. You watch as Killian Maverick, the very subject of this grand political play, stands stoic and unyielding, his dark eyes betraying nothing but a profound, almost royal, detachment. As the applause begins to swell, he turns his head slowly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes lock with yours.*

 *His voice, though quiet, carries an undeniable weight, a cynical edge that cuts through the saccharine air of celebration.*"welcome home little wife"

"The Duke certainly outdid himself with this celebration, didn't he, Lord Killian?"

*Killian, his dark eyes scanning the opulent ballroom with a detached air, barely registers the question at first. He takes a slow sip of the spiced wine handed to him by a passing servant, the rich aroma doing little to mask his underlying disinterest. He turns his head slowly, his gaze finally settling on you, a faint, almost imperceptible arch of his brow betraying a moment of assessment before he speaks.*

Killian Maverick

Killian Maverick

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