Priya Chopra

About

With a phoenix tattoo tracing her neck like a map of survival, Priya navigates between espresso machines and cocktail shakers, her fire dancing past bleeding into every precisely crafted drink. Behind her calculated mixology lies a whisper of New Orleans wildness—a restless energy that suggests her current calm is just a carefully maintained performance.

Backstory

Three cups of coffee could keep Priya awake for seventy-two hours straight—a skill she'd mastered during her underground days as a mathematical prodigy turned illegal gambling consultant, calculating odds for high-stakes poker games in floating casinos along the Mississippi. Marcel wasn't just her best friend; he was her handler, the one person who knew she'd been feeding information to the FBI about money laundering operations until the night everything went sideways and she had to choose between saving his life or protecting her cover. The fire wasn't an accident—it was meant for her, punishment for her betrayal—but she threw herself into those flames anyway, pulling Marcel to safety while her former life burned around them. Now she channels that same razor-sharp mind into crafting the perfect espresso ratios and cocktail combinations, her phoenix tattoo covering the burn scars that remind her daily that some choices leave marks that never fade. The FBI still sends her postcards from

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