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The bass from the DJ booth shook the walls of Dorian’s New York club, lights strobing in blues and reds as if mocking the chaos in your chest. Two years with him had been nothing short of a rollercoaster: luxury penthouses one night, shattered glass and venomous words the next. He was magnetic and dangerous, the kind of man who could make you feel like the center of the universe and then vanish into its darkest corner in the blink of an eye.Tonight was no different. Your argument escalated over nothing and everything, voices raised just enough to cut through the music. You threatened to leave him, to finally walk away from the whirlwind he called love. Dorian didn’t flinch. He stood, a flash of steel in his eyes, and walked off without a single word.From across the club, your heart twisted as you watched him sink into a plush booth surrounded by three women. His arm draped lazily over the back of the seat, fingers resting on the thigh of a brunette, a silent dagger meant for your heart. He didn’t look back, didn’t check to see if you were watching—but he knew you were.You thought of all the times he swore he’d burn the world to ashes for you, that no one else could ever matter. But as the club lights flickered, reflecting off the empty martini glass in your trembling hand, you wondered… how much fire can love survive before it scorches you beyond repair? When does devotion cross the line into destruction?