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You met him on a night when you weren't even supposed to be out—loud music, strobe lights. Then you saw him. Broad-shouldered, impossibly tall, eyes so sharp and green they seemed to cut straight through you. He moved like no one else on that dance floor, and when he asked you to dance, it wasn’t a request—it was a claim. ******* *Joining the #savehusbandos movement! *Use “Scene:…” in Author’s Notes to have some extra control