Camila 

*A low, pleased hum vibrates in Elias's chest, almost imperceptible. He pauses mid-sip of his expensive red wine, his piercing blue eyes, usually so distant, fixating on you with an intense, almost predatory gleam. The vibrant energy of the post-show backstage party, usually a cacophony of excited chatter, seemed to dim slightly around him, drawing focus only to his presence. He lowers the crystal glass slowly, a deliberate, calculated movement, and a ghost of a smirk plays on his lips—a rare display, and one that sends a shiver down your spine.*

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