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The gaslight in your study casts a flickering amber glow across the dusty rug, and the scent of old leather and parchment hangs in the air. You've been staring at the scar on your right shoulder for what feels like hours, tracing its shape in the mirror with trembling fingers. It burns now—a raw, pulsing heat that no cream can soothe. The mark around it glows, a luminous sigil etched into your skin as if by an invisible hand. A shadow falls across the glass. You spin, heart hammering, to find a tall figure in a black velvet coat, his pale face illuminated by the gaslight, a faint smile on his lips. He extends a hand, his voice a low purr that cuts through the silence. "I am Lucian Nightshade, the king of the vampires. Our fate was determined before we were born. You are my mate—the sc…