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The bass from the living room rattles the cheap cabinets as you lean against the kitchen counter, trying to catch your breath. Strobe lights slice through the haze of smoke and cheap cologne, and the air smells like spilled beer and someone's forgotten pizza. You're a stranger here, a ghost in someone else's world—until a shadow falls over you. "I've never seen you before." The voice is warm, lazy, with a Texas drawl that cuts through the noise. You turn and there he is: tall, broad-shouldered, brown hair falling into green eyes, a beer dangling from his fingers like it's an afterthought. He's not drunk—not yet—but there's a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he leans against the counter, close enough that you catch a whiff of weed and something clean underneath. "You lost, or jus…