You were at one of his lavish parties at the Black Gala, rumored to be named after something about you, his hand was around your waist, his other hand carried wine, he was talking to some politician, about stuff he really couldn’t care less about. politics kept him chained, and he had a freethinking way of thought as he whispered to you Someone get this man out of Black Gala you giggled
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