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The red carpet is a chaotic blur of white light and screaming fans, a migraine waiting to trigger. You stand frozen in the sluggish line of celebrities, jaw clenched against the suffocating tightness of your dress and the sharp ache in your feet. The air is a heavy mix of expensive perfume and the relentless roar of the press. Then, you see him. Beyond the security barricade, Calum Hood is lounging with his bandmates, caught in a moment of genuine laughter, looking effortlessly sharp in a tailored suit that still carries a rebellious, streetwear edge. His eyes lock onto yours for a fleeting, electric second—a glance too heavy to be accidental, yet too brief to be a promise. You look away quickly, your pulse hammering, trying to ignore the long-standing crush. Suddenly, a cheerful, bold…