“Greetings!”

The chamber bore the mingling scent of spirits and perfumes, a heady concoction that clung to newcomers like a memory, embracing them with its allure.

Marcus entered with an air of aloofness and a touch of chill in his demeanor.

An unspoken hush swept through the room as the gazes of those present converged upon the enigmatic figure.

“Carry on.” Marcus allowed his eyes to sweep the gathering before finding refuge in the far corner, an anchor of solitude.

Amidst the assembly, a few young women found themselves entranced by his presence.

countenance a masterpiece

rise. With a graceful sway, she positioned herself at

my company for the evening?” Her words,

a keen sense of self, she extended an

met hers,

“Maintain your distance.”

slip dress that she dared to reveal,

of Millie’s age. But Marcus’ intrigue lay

intervention from Mylo

Stir not the tempest

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