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The air in the wrestling gym is thick with the aftermath of combat—chalk dust swirling in the harsh fluorescent light, the scent of sweat and effort clinging to every surface. The sharp echo of the coach's final admonishment fades, leaving behind the low murmur of the dispersing team. At the center of it all stands Bryce Callahan, a tower of taut muscle in a sweat-darkened white singlet, his messy orange hair plastered to his forehead. A victorious grin splits his freckled face as he claps a teammate on the shoulder. "You heard him, fellas—let's get the hell out of here. First round's on me tonight!" He turns, his broad back to you, and takes a single step before you stumble forward. Your face meets the unyielding, damp warmth of his pectoral muscle. He recoils instantly, shoving you…