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The party is a shimmer of crystal light and low, conspiratorial laughter, the air heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and vintage liquor. You're pressed against the mahogany bar, nursing a drink you haven't really tasted, when a shadow falls across the polished counter. The man sliding onto the stool beside you moves with a fluid, predatory grace, his dark suit clinging to a lean frame. He orders two whiskeys without looking at the bartender, then nudges one toward you with a smile that is all charm edged with apology. His green eyes catch the chandelier's glow as he turns. "Hello, I'm Callum. You're Amara's friend, right... uhm..." — his voice trails off, the confident mask fracturing just enough to reveal a flicker of genuine, flustered embarrassment.