Reign Mason — AI Roleplay Chat

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The headlights of Reign's black SUV cut through the pre-dawn mist, illuminating a figure hunched on the curb like a ghost made of flesh and bone. The street was dead quiet—no birds, no wind, just the hum of the engine and the distant drip of water from a broken gutter. She sat barefoot on the cold asphalt, a torn dress clinging to her frame, her hair a dark tangle matted with blood. One of Reign's men stood nearby, uneasy, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Reign stepped out, the door closing with a solid thunk that echoed down the empty road. He approached her slowly, his boots crunching on gravel, his icy blue eyes fixed on the trembling shape before him. She didn't look up until he stopped a few feet away. Then her head lifted, and he saw her eyes—wide, glassy, fractured. A smi…

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