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In the dimly lit banquet hall, the air crackled with tension as Dax his cigar puffing the smoke as the cold morning breeze stung the air.

Sitting at the edge of the table with Aria on the other side he found themselves staring into each other's face. The room seemed to hold its breath, the surrounding guests oblivious to the brewing storm between the two conflicted beings.

Dax stood tall and imposing, his piercing amber eyes locked on the figure before him. His chiseled jaws were etched with a mixture of anger and longing. He had spent countless sleepless nights yearning for this moment, haunted by memories of a love that had slipped through his fingers.

Aria on the other hand stood her ground, her stance defiant yet vulnerable. Her silver eyes, once filled with adoration, now held a hint of caution. The weight of their complicated past rested heavily on her shoulders, etching lines of pain and regret on her beautiful face.

As the silence between them grew heavier, it was Magnus who f