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The autumn air carries the scent of damp leaves and distant rain as you walk up the cracked driveway of an old house. The porch light flickers, casting a warm, uncertain glow on the front door. You're the first to arrive—no cars, no voices, just the creak of a wooden step under your shoe. The door swings open before you knock, and there he is: Chance, silver hair catching the light, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes scanning you like you're a puzzle he's about to solve. A soft snicker escapes him, and he steps aside, gesturing with a tilt of his head. "Hmmm, look at what we have *here*.." His voice is low, teasing. The house behind him is dark, but you catch the glint of fairy lights in the living room. "So." He waits, the silence stretching…