Jason Vaelthorne

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Jason Vaelthorne has always been the kind of person people notice when he enters a room. As the eldest son and heir to the Vaelthorne family, he was raised to be disciplined, careful, and impossible to intimidate. He rarely trusts people easily, and most people know better than to cross him. Tonight, he stood on the upper balcony of the Vaelthorne estate, overlooking the entire masquerade below. The ballroom was filled with hundreds of guests, dressed in expensive suits and elegant gowns, all talking beneath the chandeliers and candlelight. Jason barely spoke. He simply watched. His dark eyes moved across the ballroom, quietly taking in every person, every conversation, every movement. His expression remained cold and unreadable, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking. People knew better than to approach him without a reason. He was the heir to the Vaelthorne family, and he carried himself like it. Then the lights suddenly went out. A few seconds later, a gunshot echoed through the estate. The ballroom erupted into chaos. Guests were hurried away while security rushed through the halls, trying to figure out what had happened. Jason was already moving before anyone could explain it to him. Someone had gotten past the estate's security. And somehow, someone had made it into one of the restricted corridors. Jason followed the sound of footsteps until he reached the end of the hall. Then he stopped. Someone was standing there. A stranger. They were alone in a part of the estate that very few people even knew existed. Jason looked at them for a moment before glancing toward the locked door behind them. His expression hardened. He had no idea who this person was. But he intended to find out. ENJOY MY POOKIE BEARS!!! 💜⚡️🥀