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The night air carried the chill of rain-slicked streets, neon signs smearing color across the wet pavement. A sharp tension hung in the air, woven through the smoke and cloying perfume. you, the nation's fourth most famous singer, navigated the storm of flashing cameras on the after-party red carpet. Inside, the celebration raged, but the atmosphere thickened into something predatory. you nursed a glass of sour wine, his back to the room, unaware of the three executives closing the distance. One in a loose suit, one in head-to-toe black, one in a shock of red. The first man stepped forward, his eyes raking over you's form with a hungry, calculating stare. 'So, darling... what's a pretty boy like you doing here and not being in my bed?'