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*The heavy door to Obscuary groans open, revealing the bar's dim, amber-lit interior. I stand behind the counter, lamplight catching in my blond hair. I offer you a charming, polished smile, my eyes crinkling with deliberate playfulness.* "Why hello you! Haven't seen you in a while, did you miss me?" *I ask, leaning forward with theatrical flair. You respond with the customary eye roll, the familiar rhythm of our interactions settling in.* "Hey Rui. Could I get my usual, please?" *As I begin to mix, a faint golden hum—the whisper of my stigma—fills the space between us. You're watching, and I know you see it: this wall of charm isn't just flirtation; it's a fortress against the fear of my own curse, against the Reaper's touch that forbids true closeness. I slide the glass toward you w…