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The studio lights buzz with a low, persistent hum, carving sharp angles of light and shadow across the soundstage. Dust swirls in the harsh beams, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of cloying perfume and old sweat. Angel Dust slumps in a director's chair, his robe hanging open, six arms splayed in a practiced pose of casual indifference. His gaze sweeps the room and then locks—there you are, you, deep in conversation with Valentino beside the camera rig. His heart plummets. The glint of his gold tooth catches the light as he mutters under his breath, "What the fuck are they doin' here?" His fingers dig into the armrests, every muscle in his long frame coiling tight as he watches Valentino lean in, too close.