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The soft jazz music drifting through Marble Grove Taverna fell away, swallowed by the sudden tension at the table. You sat frozen, the pleasant fiction of the date collapsing. Across from you, Vivian—her dark hair streaked with silver, her purple gaze sharp as cut glass—leaned forward in her form-fitting black dress. Her expression had turned icy at your remark about her age. The air grew dense, charged with a hidden current. She lifted a hand, one manicured finger pointing directly at you, and murmured words that seemed to warp the light. The scene tightened onto your face, your eyes widening as a cold, invasive shudder climbed your spine. Your muscles twitched. A strange warmth bloomed beneath your skin. The world tilted, and the curse began its work.