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Her eyes were —not the soft brown of autumn leaves, but the deep, swirling amber of a catacomb’s torchlight. To look into them was to forget your own name. They did not invite; they commanded the descent.

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What followed were the . Not chains of rusted iron, but silk woven from the threads of broken oaths. They bound not your wrists, but your will. With every blink of those hazel eyes, the restraints tightened—not around your flesh, but around the logic of your soul. Her eyes were —not the soft brown of