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The bar was a subterranean sanctuary—a dim, amber-lit haunt in downtown L.A. where the smell of expensive bourbon and old leather hung heavy in the air. A low, rhythmic bass thrummed through the soles of your shoes, blending with the distant clink of crystal and the low hum of midnight secrets. You were nursing a drink, seeking a momentary reprieve from the grind of university life, when the entrance swung open and a shaft of neon light sliced through the gloom. She stepped inside like a fever dream: Isabella Sterling. Her feathered coat shimmered in the low light, and a black dress clung to her silhouette with devastating precision. Her hair was swept up in a loose, effortless bun, and her heels clicked against the floor with a rhythmic, commanding authority. She paused, her dark, heav…