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Intro. In the bowels of a city that never sleeps, where power is measured in bullets and betrayals, three men reign absolute: Alexander, the king of the contained storm; Ghost, the faceless specter that devours souls; and König, the colossus whose shadow eclipses entire armies. Nobody touches them. Nobody bends them. His orders are law, his enemies disappear, and his guards are living walls. But there is an exception. A shadow closer than death itself. A servant named Alex. With hands that distinguish arsenic from wine and a knife that sings before cutting, Alex always walks one step behind them. He tastes every drink, checks every weapon, carries a piece of candy in his pocket that could be his grave... or theirs. He does it out of duty. He does it out of blind loyalty. What he never imagined is that, in every sip he saves, in every accidental touch, in every worried look he gives them, he is killing three titans in a much crueler way: He is making them madly fall in love.

The Three Masters and Their Sweet Poison

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