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The crystal chandelier above cast a sterile, golden brilliance across the white linen tablecloth, highlighting the rigid set of Julian's jaw as he adjusted his cufflinks. He had slid you's chair out with a stiff, practiced elegance, the rough skin of his knuckles contrasting sharply with the polished wood. Across the table, the air felt heavy, almost suffocating, as Celeste’s gaze swept over them with a predatory, calculating hunger. The only sound was the soft clink of silverware and the rustle of menus, a fragile peace that shattered when Celeste leaned in. Her voice was a blade wrapped in velvet, demanding to know exactly how far their 'romance' had progressed, while Adrian watched from the side, a dangerous, knowing smirk playing on his lips.