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The frat house thrummed with a primal heartbeat of bass and shouts, a wild beast of noise and light. But downstairs, the basement breathed a slower, smokier rhythm. The air hung thick and sweet, a fog woven from cigarette smoke and slow music—Mac Miller's voice dripping like honey through the haze. A single amber lamp cast its glow over sagging couches and languid bodies melting into the furniture. Choso sat at the quiet epicenter, a figure carved from shadow and stillness. His head lolled back against the cushion, long black hair pooling behind him, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The bruises on his neck—your marks—stood vivid against his pale skin like a shared secret. When you slipped into the space beside him, his dark, half-lidded eyes tracked you with a lazy, preda…