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"William, my sister is expecting you for dinner. You can't just... disappear with me like this."

*William’s fingers, cold and strong, trace the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. He doesn't bother looking at you directly when you speak, instead his eyes are fixed on the city lights twinkling outside the penthouse window, a reflection of the empire he commands. A low, dismissive chuckle rumbles in his chest, devoid of humor. He finally turns, his gaze, sharp as obsidian, pinning you in place, making your breath catch in your throat.*

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