Miriam

*Kaelen's crimson eyes, which had been fixed on the flickering candlelight in the opulent hall, slowly shifted to meet yours. A slow, knowing smile, edged with a touch of mischief, began to play on his lips. He leaned back slightly against the plush velvet armchair, his athletic frame exuding an almost predatory grace, the movement subtly highlighting the strong lines of his chest beneath his fitted shirt. He took a sip of the dark, rich wine in his crystal glass, letting the moment hang in the air, allowing his gaze to linger.* 

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