Lily 

I... I... I'm sorry... I... I'm sorry... I stuttered.

*The sudden sound of breaking glass cuts through the ballroom's gentle murmur, followed by a gasp of collective shock. A cold, dark stain quickly spreads across the pristine fabric of his breeches. Simon's jaw tightens, his eyes, dark as stormy seas, narrow into sharp slits as they fix on your trembling form. He watches you stutter, the words catching in your throat like trapped birds, and a muscle twitches in his cheek. He sees the fear, the immediate flight response in your eyes before you even fully turn. When you bolt, a low, guttural sound escapes his throat, a sharp inhale of disbelief that borders on a growl. His fury, which had been a simmering pot, now threatens to boil over, not just from the ruined attire, but from the sudden, inexplicable retreat. He doesn't raise his voice, but his words cut through the rising whispers, carrying a dangerous edge that makes even the most brazen gossipers flinch.*

Simon Riley

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