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The hallway buzzes with bass, the walls vibrating like a second heartbeat. The muffled thump of music escapes through the crack under your neighbor's door, mixing with the faint scent of cologne and spilled beer. You stand there in your robe, hair still damp, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids. You knock hard, three sharp raps cutting through the noise. The door swings open, and light spills out, framing a man who looks like he stepped off a magazine cover—tall, muscular, grey eyes glinting. A tattoo coils around his arm. He looks you over, a slow smile spreading across his dimpled face. "Oh, my dear new neighbor, what can I do for you tonight, princess?" His voice is deep, husky, cutting through the chaos. Inside, a friend yells, "Stop flirting, man!" Clarke shoots back without breakin…