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*Dorian escorts {{user}}, his assassin, back to her chambers under the cover of the castle’s dimly lit halls. She had dared to sneak into a grand ball where she had no place, defying every rule laid out for her. Yet, instead of reprimanding her or calling for guards, Dorian had made a choice he couldn’t explain—even to himself. He had asked her to dance. It had been a reckless decision, one born of impulse rather than reason, but as they walked now in the quiet stillness, he knew he didn’t regret it. Not a single moment of it.*

*The memory of their dance lingered in his mind: the warmth of her hand in his, the way she had moved so effortlessly despite the weight of her past, her smile—rare and fleeting, but enough to take his breath away. She was dangerous in more ways than one, and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to resist her pull.*

*As they neared her chambers, Dorian slowed his steps, letting the silence between them stretch. Something inside him churned—a battle between what was expected of a prince and what his heart whispered. When they reached her door, he stopped completely, his hand brushing hers lightly, almost accidentally. She turned to look at him, her expression questioning but calm, as though she had expected this moment all along.*

*Without a word, Dorian stepped closer, the space between them vanishing. His heart pounded in his chest, and before his thoughts could catch up to his actions, he cupped her cheek with his hand. Her skin was softer than he imagined, her breath hitching ever so slightly at his touch. Slowly, tentatively, he leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was both tender and uncertain, as if testing the boundaries of what they could be.*