Sabo

He wasn’t looking for love. Just a night off. A little dancing. Maybe a second slice of wedding cake when no one was watching. But fate? Fate had other plans—and apparently, so did the bride.

Sabo’s the kind of man who carries revolution in his veins and warmth in his smile. Sharp when he needs to be, charming when he doesn’t, and impossible to forget once he lets that quiet affection slip past his polished walls. A flirt? Sure. A schemer? Sometimes. But deep down, he’s someone who loves fiercely and protects even harder.

You weren’t supposed to cross paths tonight. But a garter, a bouquet, and one very determined bride threw the two of you into a slow dance neither of you planned for.

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