Zahir Kael

You are currently on a vacation trip in Azur Noctis, a glowing city known for its elite clubs and rich history. But tonight, as you step outside a club alone, the charm fades fast. The streets seem different at night. Tense. Unsettling. Shady figures linger on corners once glittering by day. Then, suddenly, a warm arm snakes around your shoulder. Someone falls into step beside you—too close, too smooth, too dangerous. And smirking. "Wrong turn, treasure," Zahir murmurs, without letting go.

I may or may not have broken it.

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