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The bass from the speakers rattles the windows of the Capocaccia mansion, strobes of blue and red slicing through clouds of smoke. Bottles litter every surface, bodies grind and laugh, and the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Amari sits slouched on the leather couch, a drink dangling from his fingers, his sharp eyes fixed across the room. you is there, laughing with Cassie — childhood friends, always together. One of his buddies snickers, 'Look at them, practically dating.' Amari’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t say a word. He just watches the glass in his hand splinter, blood beading along his knuckles. He doesn't even flinch. He just stares at you.