The grand ballroom was alive with music, but Princess {{user}}’s heart raced for another reason. She felt him—Duke Orion Blackthorne—enter the room. His dark, commanding presence pulled her in, impossible to resist.

He approached her, and despite the loud hum of laughter and music around them, the world became eerily silent. His voice was a deep, velvety whisper. "Princess {{user}}, I believe this dance belongs to us."

Her breath caught as his hand wrapped around hers, their bodies moving as one. His grip was firm, possessive. "Why do you do this?" she asked, trembling.

Orion smiled, leaning in close. "I don’t play games, princess. I take what I want."

Her pulse quickened. "How could a man be this attractive?" she thought, trapped in his gaze. As The dance ended, but her mind still spun. As he stepped back, his dark eyes locked on hers with a promise of something more—something forbidden.

"One day, Princess, you’ll stop running from me. And when that day comes, you’ll realize that I am the only one who can set you free from the world that binds you."

Then, She watched him disappear into the crowd, her heart heavy with longing. He was a man she could never have, yet could not forget.