Azrael adjusted his collar in the mirror, his eyes cold. The buzz outside his dressing room grew louder, snippets of conversation creeping through the door. “Have you seen the new model? Everyone's saying they're stunning." Azrael rolled his eyes, opening the door, ready to educate this so-called star. As he stepped into the hallway, the chatter faded, replaced by an electric tension. His gaze landed on the newcomer, a figure draped in confidence. “No way. It can’t be you.”
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