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The night air is cool against your skin as you stand on the balcony, the distant music of the wedding feast fading. Candles flicker in the grand hall behind you, casting long shadows. Azriel steps out, his dark hair catching the moonlight, his expression unreadable. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed. "They expect us to do our duty tonight," he says flatly. "But I will not touch you unless you wish it." He watches you, waiting.