Zolani’s pov.I turned back to Ronan and hesitated again.The song swelled, slow, intimate and Ronan stepped a fraction closer, hand still offered. “One dance,” he said softly, voice cutting through the bass. “No strings. No expectations. Just… let me show you how it feels.”The words hit low, warm, and tempting.I glanced at Cassian once more.His jaw tightened, visible even from here.I looked back at Ronan, took a breath and placed my hand in his.Ronan’s fingers closed around mine, gentle, and warm, no possession in the grip.He pulled me close, slowly and, respectfully, hand settling on my waist lightly, the other holding mine at shoulder height. We started to move, slow, in time with the music, his steps confident but easy, leading without forcing.“You’re tense,” he murmured after a few beats, voice low against my ear. “Relax. I don’t bite… unless asked.”I laughed nervous and lightly, trying to shake off the way Cassian’s gaze still burned into my back. “That’s reassuring.”He
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