The Prince of Zorana
Chapter 1: The Night's Embrace pieces—shattered hopes scattered like glass. Every day felt like a balancing act on the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could send her tumbling down into the abyss.
The dim neon lights of *The Velvet Throne* flickered as she pushed open the club's heavy doors. The night was just beginning, but the air was already thick with tension—heavy with perfume, cigarette smoke, and the muted beat of bass-heavy music. The stench of liquor and sweat clung to her skin as she slipped behind the bar, wiping her palms on her worn apron. Another night, another round of faces she didn’t want to remember.
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