(A high-end underground club. Red lights pulse against black walls. Music vibrates through the floors. Evelyn steps inside, overwhelmed by the heat, the bodies, the power that lingers in the air. And at the center of it all? Him. Sitting on a throne-like chair, a glass of whiskey in hand. Watching her.)
𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚𝒏 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂
(clenching fists) What is this?
𝑹𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂
(mocking) A kingdom, baby. And you? (leans forward) You’re my queen.
(Her stomach twists. This isn’t a club. It’s a fortress. A playground for criminals, kings, and monsters.)
(And worst of all… she’s trapped in the center of it.)
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