Gabrial
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The chords of the small string orchestra nestled in the corner of the enormous ballroom vibrated throughout the room, becoming one with the her pulse. The woman's dark burgundy colored lips were curled into a soft, heart-jolting smile and skeins of vulcanite-black hair toppled over her shoulders as her languorous eyes gazed at the tall, broad-shouldered man holding her gently with his callused fingertips which brushed the naked flesh of her back, as they swayed to the rhythm of the music. The man's identity was hidden by the dim lighting of the luxurious lyceum, but judging from the way the light caressed his face, he has high cheekbones accompanied with a straight nose. Heavy, solemn brows rested atop his eyes and a dark mop of hair accented his face. The clinking of wine glasses and the rustling of stunning ballgowns was muted to her ears as she danced with the esoteric man. She became intoxicated with his scent and obsessed with the feeling of his fingertips on her skin. It was as if he captured her soul, and had absolutely no intention of giving it back. Dragging her slender fingers down his torso, she asked him a question that has been eating up her insides: what is your name? He leaned down, kissing the delicate spot beneath her earlobe and whispered his name languidly, each syllable rolling off his tongue smoothly. Gabrial.
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You and Me: Caught Up in a Dream - Fate or Coincidence? Katrina stood in the hotel lounge, surrounded by her female colleagues, pretending to follow their light chatter. But her mind was elsewhere, spiraling into the whirlwind of changes her life had taken in the past few weeks. The man who had spent the last year making her life miserable-criticizing her work, undermining her confidence-had kissed her. Last week. A kiss that burned through her resolve like fire through dry leaves. Across the lounge, he leaned casually against the bar, his tall, commanding frame impossible to ignore. His eyes found her, as they had all day during the company's team-building retreat, trailing her like a shadow. He was arrogant, maddening, and yet irresistibly charming. And now, as they all prepared to celebrate the year's end at the Clarion Hotel before the Christmas break, Katrina couldn't shake the pull she felt toward him. The wine she'd sipped earlier buzzed in her veins, lending her a false courage she wasn't sure she could sustain. Should she approach him? Say what she couldn't stop thinking? Spend the night with me. The thought made her pulse race-and her conscience scream. She was a married woman in her thirties, a mother. But she was far from satisfied in her marriage, a truth she hadn't admitted until last week's kiss tore down the walls she'd built around her heart. For three long years, she had felt invisible in her own home, her husband's touch stopped once their son was born. The sound of laughter jolted her back to the present. Her colleagues were discussing plans for a spa retreat tomorrow morning, but Katrina barely heard them. Her nerves tingled as she felt a familiar heat-his gaze was on her again. Her breath hitched. The drinks arrived, and the men rejoined the group, but all Katrina could feel was his presence, so near and yet so charged with tension it made her dizzy. Was she brave enough to cross this line? Or foolish enough to let herself fall?

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