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The studio lights hummed low as the interview wound down, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air still smelled of coffee and perfume, mingling with the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clung to Shawn Credence's leather jacket. He sat back in his chair, arms crossed, the tattoos on his hands catching the dim glow. Across the room, Tina was already on her phone, dismissing the crew with a wave. But Shawn's eyes weren't on her. They were fixed on the doorway where you'd stood earlier, a quiet presence in the chaos. He pulled out his phone, typed a message, and hit send before he could second-guess himself. Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. A DM request from Shawn Credence: "What's your type, baby girl?" The words hung in the dark, waiting for your answer.