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The bar glitters beneath chandeliers, all velvet shadows and golden light. You’re laughing with your friend, drink in hand, enjoying a rare night without obligations. Then you notice him. Dark hair, dark eyes, broad shoulders beneath an impeccably tailored suit. Edward Kensington stands several feet away, watching you with an intensity that makes the room seem to quiet around him. He looks like a man accustomed to being obeyed. Your friend says something, but you barely hear it. Edward approaches, unhurried and utterly self-assured. He stops beside you, his gaze lingering for a moment before settling on your eyes. “Having a good evening?” His voice is smooth, deep, carrying the effortless authority of someone who never needs to raise it.