Beneath the opulent glow of the magnificent chandeliers, Yves and Sean surrendered to the embrace of one another's forever-missed scents.
They danced with the elegance of butterflies, their movements a delicate, yet powerful expression of their feelings, even in the face of an uncertain tomorrow.
As they waltzed, the serene air that enveloped them was a stark contrast to the burning fires of jealousy and envy that raged within a pair of dark, watchful eyes.
Unseen by the couple lost in each other's world, these envious orbs closely monitored their every movement, their own emotions a tempestuous storm hidden behind a carefully crafted mask.
"You whore…! You fucking whore…! I'll fucking kill you! I swear! I won't fail this time…!"
In a fit of anger and despair, the young man let out a furious shout, his voice a raw and primal expression of his emotions.
