In a city suspended between glass towers and digital clouds, where neon lights cast long shadows and magic hummed through fiber-optic veins, there lived a girl named Liora. She wasn't famous or rich or anyone you'd notice. But what made her special wasn't what she had — it was who she had.
She had three stars.
That's what she called them. Not because they were celestial, but because they each lit a different part of her dark world.
Riven was the fire — angry, impulsive, reckless. A street fighter and part-time courier who delivered forbidden potions through the underground of Neo-Orion. He had wild black hair and red tattoos that glowed when he fought. People feared him. Liora didn't.
Kael was the ice — calm, precise, and always dressed like he stepped out of a fashion catalog. A coder with magic in his fingertips, he could freeze time in short bursts and crack security systems with a blink. He rarely spoke, but Liora always knew what he meant.
