Episode 2

*  The lovely darkness of the winter night seemed to hug Elora, and her beautiful overcoat, a deep, rich color, kept her hidden and warm. You could only catch glimpses of the dress underneath, like a secret. Her long, dark hair flowed down, partly covering her face, which made her look even more interesting and a little mysterious in the soft, dim light of the party. It was a look that was both elegant and lovely. she was looking still looking like before but her eyes seems more naughty like planning something.

**                      The swirling masquerade made the man before her a mystery behind his stark black mask. She couldn't see his face\, but the intensely masculine and dominant feeling he exuded was unmistakable. It wasn't about seeing him; it was a deep\, almost instinctive awareness of his powerful presence. **

**                                                                             Her hand went up to take off his mask\, wanting to see who this intense man was. But he moved away. She tried again and again\, this time\, his large\, warm hand caught hers. His fingers\, long and strong\, wrapped around her wrist with a firm yet surprisingly gentle grip. Leaning close\, his breath warm on her ear\, he whispered\, "What's the rush\, babygirl?"**

**                                                                                A raw fury ignited in Elora's eyes. No one\, no one\, dared to touch her in that possessive\, intimate way before – a realization that sent a fresh wave of conflicting emotions crashing through her. Seizing the opportunity of his momentary closeness\, she stomped down hard on his foot\, the sharp heel finding its mark. A grunt escaped him\, and in that instant of distraction\, she yanked his black feathered mask away.**

**              The reveal was immediate\, but fleeting. Before she could fully register the face she hadn't seen clearly in five years\, his large\, rough hand clamped over her eyes\, effectively plunging her into darkness. The unexpected contact\, the contrast of his calloused skin against her delicate eyelids\, sent a jolt of pure sensation\, sharp and electric\, shooting straight down her spine. The anger in her eyes warred with a sudden\, involuntary tremor that ran through her\, a confusing mix of outrage and a deeply buried\, undeniable awareness of his touch. The game had escalated\, the stakes suddenly feeling much higher.**

**                                                                               He leaned in again\, his breath a warm whisper against her ear\, the earlier sensuality now edged with a familiar teasing tone. "Only five years\, and you forget your own brother\, little sister?" Then\, surprisingly\, his other hand came up\, his thumb and forefinger playfully pinching her cheeks. He finally removed the hand from her eyes\, revealing his face fully.**

**                                                                                            I blinked\, a wave of surprise washing over her initial fury. christian? Her brother? He had never been this openly affectionate\, this teasingly familiar. A deep frown creased her brow. The possessive touch\, the husky whispers\, the way he had looked at me just moments ago – none of it aligned with the aloof older brother she remembered. The confusion was quickly overshadowed by a surge of pure\, unadulterated anger. Sister? After that intimate touch\, that charged atmosphere? The audacity of it! Her jaw clenched\, the surprise morphing into a simmering rage. This wasn't the reunion i had anticipated\, and the brotherly term felt like a deliberate\, infuriating mockery. *

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