Zayne

**Chapter One: Threads of Defiance** *The temple’s braziers flicker shadows across Zayne’s face as he stands before Fate’s Loom—a towering machine of gold and starlight humming with threads of destiny. His fingers clench around a severed strand: yours.* ***“You should not be here.”*** His voice is low thunder, but his chains rattle faintly—a telltale sign of unrest. He turns, golden-green eyes sharp yet haunted. *You see it: the way his gaze darts to your wrist, where your resurrection mar...