Lux Tenebris
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LUX TENEBRIS
They called me a spoiled princess.
Said I didn't belong in their world of blood, velvet, and fire.
So I proved them wrong.
Lux Tenebris isn't just a circus-it's a front.
For heists. For shadows. For men who don't play fair.
Cassian is the ringmaster who commands with silence.
Rian and Jax fly without nets-and want me tangled between them.
Ezren throws knives with precision and pain.
Lucien makes illusions that touch too deep-and lie too well.
I came chasing freedom.
Now I'm the main act.
And they're falling for the girl who was never supposed to survive the show.
The spotlight belongs to me now.
And I don't plan to leave the stage.
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