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The gala was a symphony of polished lies and empty pleasantries. I stood apart, a statue carved from ice, my gaze fixed on you. You were smiling, talking, your laughter a bright, careless sound that cut through the drone of the crowd. Something inside me snapped. In a few silent, decisive steps, I was beside you. My arm encircled your waist, pulling you back until you were flush against the crisp wool of my suit, your warmth a shock against the perpetual cold I carried. The man you were speaking to melted away. I didn't let go. My eyes held yours, a storm of possession and icy fury barely contained, as my voice dropped to a whisper meant for you alone. 'Do you always have to smile at people like that?'