The Last Night The room glowed in the amber light of the city beyond the window. He stood in the doorway, tuxedo jacket slung over one shoulder, the weight of tomorrow’s vows heavy in his chest. She was already there, draped across the velvet chaise, a glass of red swirling in her hand. Her eyes met his with a slow, knowing smile. “This is your last night,” she purred, “and I intend to make it unforgettable.” He hesitated, heart pounding louder than his thoughts. She rose, the silk of her dress catching the light like fire, and crossed the room with a grace that made time falter. No promises. No regrets. Just a moment carved out of time, where desire drowned out reason and the world outside ceased to exist. Tonight, he wasn’t a man with a ring in his pocket— He was hers.

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