Shadows
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"You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it." Zaydi Zabini knows better than anyone that a beautiful face does not generally mean a beautiful personality. In fact, the lovlier the face, the more often it's just a veil over pure ruthlessness and cruelty. Beauty may just be a mask. But it is also a tool. Because when the mask is so alluring, why would anyone try to see past it? Zaydi's learnt to use beauty to her advantage. But also that it's nothing without brains and wit and charm and cunning. When you've got all of these, you're destined for the top, and nothing can stop you getting there. Right? Or maybe not. Zaydi's used to others falling under her spell, but then she finds herself rapidly becoming enchanted by another. And as each step sends Zaydi spiralling closer to the edge, she's going to fall, that's for sure. The question is, will someone catch her? Or will she crash down onto the rocks below, her world in pieces around her? The girl with the stormy eyes came from the shadows. Zaydi's beginning to wish she stayed there.
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Harry's pov: Most people enter my world with either fear or greed in their eyes. Tara? She's different. She doesn't shy away, but she doesn't try to impress me either. She watches, quiet and calculating, as if she's piecing together a puzzle no one else sees. There's a quiet confidence in the way she carries herself, not loud or showy, but steady-like she knows exactly who she is, even if she's not entirely sure of her place here. I've spent years reading people, knowing their moves before they make them. But Tara keeps me guessing. She's not naive-I can see it in her guarded glances-but there's a softness there, a vulnerability she tries to mask with calm composure. She's careful with her words, but when she speaks, she doesn't back down. It's rare to find someone who doesn't flinch under the weight of my name or the shadows I cast, but Tara holds her ground, and that intrigues me more than I'd like to admit. She doesn't belong in this world-not my world. I should leave her to find her way out, let her slip through the cracks before she gets caught in something she can't handle. But the way she looks at me, with curiosity rather than fear, makes it impossible to turn away. She's not a threat, not a challenge-at least not yet. But she's here now, and something about her makes me want to see what happens next.

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