The Dance of Masks
Morning light spilled into the great chamber, illuminating the painted ceiling and the gentle dust motes dancing in the air. Selena stood by the window, her reflection soft in the glass. Outside, manicured hedges and fountains glistened beneath the pale sun, a world she could see but not touch. Inside, the only world she knew was built around Alec—his desires, his whims, his infinite power.
She turned as footsteps approached, steady and certain. Alec entered, unannounced and commanding, dressed in a charcoal suit that clung to him like second skin. His eyes found hers, warm with that familiar intensity, and she felt her breath catch despite herself.
“Good morning,” he said, voice low.
Selena forced a gentle smile. “Good morning.” She brushed her hair from her face, a
