Prologue
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Prologue
The city lights stretched endlessly below, a glittering maze of ambition and chaos. From the towering Blackthorn Tower, I felt the weight of it all the noise, the life, the energy. But none of it touched the suffocating silence in this room.
Lucian Draven Blackthorn Vayne stood by the window, his tall frame framed by the vast expanse of glass. He didn’t look at me immediately, but I felt his presence like a storm waiting to break. The air was thick with tension, an unspoken challenge hanging between us.
“You called for me,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my pulse quickened.
Lucian turned slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. “I did.”
I crossed my arms, refusing to let the weight of his gaze intimidate me. “Why? You’re not exactly someone I owe anything to.”
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You stepped into my world, Azriella. Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?”
I took a step forward, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “I didn’t ask to be a part of your world. You pulled me into it.”
Lucian’s smirk deepened, his tone calm but laced with something dark. “Nothing happens by accident. You’re here because you’re meant to be.”
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “I’m not some piece on your chessboard, Lucian. Whatever game you think you’re playing, I want no part of it.”
He moved closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You think you can walk away? You’re in my world now, Azriella, and in my world, no one walks away unless I allow it.”
My breath caught for a moment, but I stood firm. “I don’t belong here, and I won’t let you decide my fate.”
Lucian’s eyes burned with intensity, his smirk vanishing as his tone shifted to something colder. “We’ll see about that.”
The room seemed to pulse with the energy of unspoken truths, a collision of wills that neither of us could ignore. I didn’t know whether I was standing my ground or being drawn deeper into his.
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