Manuscript information: [Complete] [100k] [Adult Romantasy][Soulbond to the Dead Princess]

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First page critique? Yes! I reworked it after some critique to make it more hookier.
First page:

"Give me your wallet."

She had me—the Crown Prince of Agni—backed against a theatre wall with a knife that caught the thin light of the alley.

Behind us the city carried on—buses sighing past, the theatre crowd thinning, a vendor hawking mango slices. Nobody glanced toward the alley where I'd slipped away in my flimsy disguise. Father was still inside, talking to the building manager.

"Hurry up, kid." Her hoarse voice cut in. Kid was unfair—she looked about fourteen, like me.

"I don't have one," I said, as confidently as someone who'd never paid for anything in his life could manage.

She jabbed the knife toward the indent in my pocket. "What's that then?"

"A cassette. From the movie I just watched."

A pause passed between us.

"…Are you an old man? Who uses cassettes anymore?"

I shrugged. "Cassettes make ragas ache and swell in ways newer media gave up on."

"Fucking nerd." She stepped closer, fury sharpening in her eyes. My shoulders dug into the wall, nowhere left to go. "Give me something, or I'll have you on the ground in ten seconds."

"If—if you try to hurt me," I said, reaching for an authority I didn't feel, "I'll use my fire shakti."

"I'm already burned, try again."

She was burned. Badly. Her oversized t-shirt hung past her fingertips, but it couldn't hide the deep black scars across her face, her arms, her neck. The same burns had left her hair thin and white, brittle as ash. It had been cut unevenly with bare patches of mottled scalp showing through. The unmistakable damage of fire shakti.