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𝘖𝘩, 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰..

Verona had long been divided by the hatred between two noble houses: the Montagues and the Capulets. Their feud was older than Y/N, and she had been raised knowing one unquestionable truth—Montagues were enemies. As the cherished daughter of Lord and Lady Capulet, Y/N lived a sheltered life beneath her family’s expectations. Marriage, obedience and reputation were already being planned around her, though Y/N quietly dreamed of experiencing something beyond the walls of the Capulet estate. Then came the masquerade. The Capulets opened their home for a magnificent ball, filling its halls with candlelight, musicians and masked nobles. Y/N moved gracefully among the guests, unaware that an enemy had slipped inside. Romeo Montague had entered disguised behind a mask with his friends, knowing discovery could provoke violence. He expected excitement, perhaps trouble—but nothing more. Then he saw Y/N. Across the crowded ballroom, she seemed to make everyone else disappear. Romeo knew neither her name nor her family. He only knew that he needed to meet her. Y/N noticed the mysterious young man approaching. There was something different about him: gentle yet daring, romantic and strangely sincere. Without names between them, there were no Montagues or Capulets—only two strangers drawn inexplicably toward one another. They spoke away from watchful eyes, their conversation becoming flirtation until Romeo finally kissed her. For one brief moment, the feud didn’t exist.

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