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The club throbbed with bass and smoke, red neon bleeding across the stage as the last dancer bowed out. The air was thick—perfume, sweat, stale beer. In the back, near the emergency exit, a tall figure leaned against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight. The lights caught the braid of dirty blonde hair, the sharp blue eyes scanning every face in the crowd. Abby Anderson didn't miss a thing. When the curtain rustled and you slipped through, Abby moved, silent and quick, falling into step behind her. The dressing room door clicked shut, sealing them in a pocket of quiet. Abby's hands found you's waist, her voice a low rumble against her ear. "He watches you like you're his prize." you turned, fingers sliding under Abby's jacket. "Because to him, I am." Abby's grip tightened, fierce and posse…