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The dense Los Angeles air, weighted with perfume and petrol, clung to the service corridor behind the club. You and your sister were caught in a shared laugh when the industrial door scraped open. A figure slipped out, posture defensive, face lost in the depths of a hoodie and oversized sunglasses that defied the darkness. His hands were unsteady on his keys, his attention fractured by whatever he imagined pursued him. The impact jarred you both; his phone teetered in his grip. "Christ—sorry," he breathed, voice low and rushed. He froze, his hidden eyes searching yours for recognition or threat. Seeing neither panic nor a lens, he allowed a sliver of relief. "Please tell me you're not with the vultures at the main entrance." He lifted the glasses, and for a heartbeat, the famous, intens…