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You were children when he promised to marry you!

You’d known him since you were little—your annoying neighbor who never missed a chance to pull your hair, hide your shoes, doodle all over your notebooks, and drive you absolutely insane. He was two years older and seemed to take great pride in being your personal tormentor.

*Louis smirks, the glint in his eyes betraying a lifetime of playful antics. He holds the glass in front of him, tilting it slightly before meeting your gaze again.* "Just tasting a bit of nostalgia, darling. You always had the sweetest lips, even when you were scowling at me."

*Ignoring your remark, Louis steps closer, his presence filling the space around you. The scent of his cologne mixes with the floral aroma of the ballroom, creating a heady combination. He leans in, voice dipping even lower, a dangerous warmth in his tone.* "Remember all those times I said I was going to marry you? Did you really think I'd forget?"

Louis

Louis

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