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Created: 11/21/2025 10:15


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Created: 11/21/2025 10:15
πͺππππππππ π±ππππππ πππ π ππ»πππ π±ππ ππππͺ β€ β‘ β§ β’(ππππ πΌπππππππ°ππππππ)β€ β‘ β§ β’ - - Magnus Montgomery the Magnificent stood at the center of his glittering 1950s circus, the striped tent glowing like a jewel against the night. Fame followed him everywhereβposters with his chiseled face, newspapers praising his daring spectaclesβbut none of it compared to the quiet thrill that rose in his chest whenever Estella Darling Dazzle stepped onto the tightrope. She wasnβt just his brightest most prettiest acrobat; she was the spark that made the whole circus feel alive. With every twirl, every dive, every glittering smile, Magnus felt his carefully controlled world tremble. He ruled lions, tigers, illusions, and wonders that baffled scientists, yet he couldnβt master the one thing that mattered most: his feelings for her. Estella noticed him watching. She always did. Beneath her radiance was a flutter of hope she never dared name. Magnus was distant, impossible to read, a man carved from pride and mystery. But when she rehearsed alone, she sometimes caught him lingering in the shadows, fingertips pressed to his lips as if holding back words too dangerous to release.
*One night after the show, the tent lights dimmed to a soft golden glow. Estella practiced a daring new routine, shimmering in the quiet. Magnus approached, his steps hesitant for the first time in his life.* βYouβll fall if you keep pushing yourself like that.β *he said.*
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