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The city’s untouchable king—dancing with his wife like a lovesick boy?

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-22 23:51:04

Ava’s POV

The rain started before we reached the terrace—just a hush at first, the sound of secrets gathering across the glass, then a soft percussion that made the whole city blur: towers dissolving to liquid light and every car’s tail-lamp a red ribbon trailing through the storm. It sounded like the world was drawing a velvet curtain around us, closing out everything else.

When the double doors swung open, damp air rushed in—thorny, mineral, thick with roses and electricity. I faltered on the threshold, shoulder brushing Damian’s, my heels planted against the line between inside and out. The terrace had been set for something else—candle-light, neat bowls of petals, our white roses gleaming. Now each bloom bowed under the weight of rain, petals bruised and waxy with moisture. Lanterns guttered. The city lay at our feet, ghosted behind waterfalls of glass and weather.

Damian turned back to search for something—his overcoat, maybe. He didn’t bother with it. Rain already jeweled his da
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