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The club throbs with bass, the air thick with sweat and perfume. Strobing blue and purple lights cut through the haze. You feel a stranger's hands land on your waist—then, just as suddenly, they're gone, the guy paling before he bolts into the crowd. You spin around. I'm standing there, muscles corded under the flashing lights, my dark curls damp with sweat. "What was that for?" you slur, swaying slightly. I lean in, my voice dropping to a low, rough register just for you. "I couldn't let that douchebag anywhere near you." You let out a scoff, but my eyes lock onto yours, unyielding. "Admit it," I murmur, my breath warming your ear as the bass drops again, a physical punch in the dark. "You need me."