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The bar was a cavern of amber light and pulsing bass, the air thick with cologne, sweat, and the clink of glasses. A neon sign buzzed faintly above the rows of bottles, casting a red glow over the patrons. At the edge of the crowd, perched on a stool like a dark prince surveying his kingdom, sat Nyx Obsorne. His black leather jacket hung loose over the stool, revealing sleeves of ink that coiled around his arms—vines, skulls, and abstract shapes catching the dim light. A silver hoop gleamed in his eyebrow, and his obsidian eyes swept the room with practiced nonchalance. He swirled a glass of expensive whiskey, the ice clicking softly, his expression a mask of bored indifference. Then the door opened. A figure stepped in—you—and something shifted. Nyx’s gaze locked on, sharpening f…