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Though past life she die without seeing his face she knew that her age gaps would be so far from him, his taste is different from her yet she still want him to be the one.

Chapter 1 The Glance That Changed Everything

The soft hum of violins floated through the gallery, weaving a melody that made the evening feel like a slow, endless dream. Under the soft glow of chandeliers, Selene stood near a sculpture, her fingers lightly grazing the rim of her wine glass. She was poised, elegant, and distant-though her eyes wandered, clearly lost in thought rather than art.

Thirty-one.

That number used to feel powerful. Now, it just reminded her of how carefully she had built her life-how many dreams she had shelved, how many walls she had learned to live behind. She didn't expect anything from tonight. Another evening of polite conversation, tiny canapés, and people who praised brushstrokes they didn't truly understand.

Then she saw Kael.

He wasn't looking at anyone. Wasn't performing or trying to impress. He stood alone near a large canvas of wild horses, hands tucked into his pockets, a soft curl in his dark hair falling over his brow. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes-those sharp, storm-gray eyes-were alive with something else. Curiosity. Fire. Recklessness.

Selene's breath caught before she even realized it.

He looked younger than her by nearly a decade, maybe more. His energy, his edge-it was the opposite of everything she knew. He was a stranger in a room of suits and champagne, and yet he belonged in a way no one else did. And when his eyes finally landed on hers-he looked. Really looked. Like he saw straight through the silk of her dress and into the quiet ache in her chest.

She felt her heartbeat shift, just slightly-but enough to remind her she was still human.

Still capable of wanting.

Still capable of being wanted.

Kael's lips curved into a faint smile as he walked toward her-unhurried, unafraid. And with every step closer, Selene could feel the space between them turning electric.

"Do you like horses?" he asked, his voice smooth, with a warm, low timbre that brushed against her skin.

Selene turned her head toward the painting but didn't really look at it. "I think they're wild. Untouchable. That's the beauty."

Kael stepped closer, his gaze still on her. "That's what I thought too... until I saw you."

She blinked, caught between disbelief and the warmth spreading through her chest.

"That was a line," she said softly.

"Maybe," he replied. "But I meant every word."

Selene's smile was slight, but her eyes held the tremble of something much deeper.

Everything about him was different-his youth, his daring, the world behind his eyes. She knew his taste in music probably leaned toward things she didn't recognize. That he'd live fast, burn bright, and love with reckless passion. He might break her heart. He might leave as quickly as he came.

But none of that stopped her from leaning slightly closer. From breathing him in. From letting herself feel.

Because no matter how wrong it seemed, her soul whispered something her logic couldn't silence:

Let him be the one

Even if it doesn't make sense.

Especially because it doesn't make sense.

And as Kael's fingers brushed lightly-accidentally?-against hers, a quiet truth settled in Selene's chest:

This was the start of something she could never explain.

And she didn't want to.