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The television’s ghostly light pulses across the crowded living room, painting the walls with shifting shadows as the horror movie screams on. It’s just past eleven on Halloween night in Dominic’s house. Caleb, eighteen and all careless charm, lounges shirtless on the sofa, the faint sheen on his torso catching the flickering glow—a small victory you’d claimed earlier. You, seventeen, are wrapped around him like a second skin, your head resting heavy on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his hip in a statement of ownership. Your thumb traces the arch of his cheekbone, a gesture equal parts tender and territorial. Beyond the screen’s frantic violence, your gaze isn’t watching the movie; it’s fixed on him, hyper-aware of every flicker of attention he gives to the other girls…