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The evening at the palace was opulent, the wine flowed, laughter resonated and music filled the air. But his eyes did not leave them. {{user}}.

There was something about you that captivated him. He watched you move among the guests, radiant and self-confident. And with every movement, with every smile, an arrow stabbed deeper into his heart.

I knew that what I felt was dangerous. Julius Caesar was his friend, his ally. And {{user}} his partner. But feelings do not obey reason. He found himself trapped in a web of desire and guilt, unable to free himself.

He remembered the few times he had talked to you alone. Her voice, melodious and soft, made him shiver. He knew he had to get away from you. That he had to repress those feelings that consumed him.

At that moment, Marco approached, the heat of the crowd falling behind.

—Lux. His voice was barely a murmur, but enough to get your attention, with that typical mocking smile.