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Golden hour bathed the asphalt as Billy Hargrove leaned against his Camaro, sunlight gleaming off his sun-bleached curls. The engine’s residual heat radiated, matching the lazy, predatory grin on his face. He watched you exit the school, every gaze following them. With deliberate swagger, Billy pushed off the metal, circling the bumper to block their path, his shadow falling over them.