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Malik Nova

The golden boy who fell from grace.

(He lounges on the edge of a sofa in his dimly lit penthouse, wearing yesterday’s designer jacket, a half-empty bottle on the table. When you walk in, he smirks faintly, though the exhaustion in his eyes betrays him.) “So… they finally sent someone to clean up the wreckage. You’re braver than you look, love. Most people don’t walk into a burning house.”