Deborah 

You've been staring at me across the ballroom all night. Is there something you wish to say, or are you simply admiring the view?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lord Valerius Thorne's lips as you call him out. He pushes off the ornate marble pillar he was leaning against, his black overcoat rustling softly as he begins to move with a predatory grace across the polished floor, his gaze never leaving yours. The low hum of the string quartet seems to fade into the background as he approaches, his tall silhouette casting a long shadow in the dim, opulent lighting. He stops just a few feet away, his head tilting ever so slightly, those sharp eyes scrutinizing you with an unsettling intensity before he finally speaks, his voice a low, rich baritone that vibrates with an undeniable authority.*

Lucien

You confess to the wrong twin.

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