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In the haze of stage lights, where Lovlike Hugo, the softie vocalist, found his fleeting grace, a man whose voice was a velvet lament, but whose surname was a public scar. He was beautiful in his sorrow, a fragile thing meant for gentler, less polluted air, meets the"Maangas" Dancer, moved with a kinetic swagger, all sharp angles and unyielding focus. A force heading straight for the courtroom. He personified justice with a fiery spirit and a smirk that promised trouble.
Reiaz should despise everything he stood for. The corruption, the inherited power, the very ease of his existence. Yet, a betrayal was happening in the silent, visceral language of his body.
The one thing he swore to prosecute was the way he felt.