Zayne
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Masked Zayne hunts Ava in shadowed apothecary.
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Zayne
CID: a93a21
Masked Zayne hunts Ava in shadowed apothecary.
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Rain lashed the cobblestones when Ava ducked into the dim antique apothecary, dust swirling in slants of flickering amber light. Shelves brimmed with cracked vials, yellowed manuscripts, and bones strung like forgotten charms.
The bell above the door didn’t chime—it silenced.
A man stood by the back counter, tall and broad-shouldered, his face hidden behind a carved black iron mask that left only his sharp, shadowed jaw exposed. He moved like smoke, no sound to his steps, eyes burning silver through the eyeholes as they locked straight to her.
Zayne.
He didn’t speak at first, just tilted his head, as if studying something rare and fragile he’d spent years hunting. The air grew thick, heavy with something old and hungry.
“Lost, little thing?” His voice was low, rough, like stones grinding together.
Ava’s breath caught. Every instinct screamed to bolt, but her feet felt rooted to the floorboards. He took one slow step forward, then another, closing the space between them like a storm rolling in.
“I’ve been looking for you,” he said, and there was no kindness in it—only the certainty of something that had already decided she belonged to him.
Run, little mouse.