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Santa Carla, California — 1987 The air in you's apartment was thick with the smell of good whiskey and a deeper, quieter warmth. Beyond the walls, the night belonged to his brothers — Marko and Paul's wild laughter echoing down the boardwalk — but in here, the world narrowed to the two of them. David sat across from her, his leather trench coat creaking softly as he shifted. The lamplight caught the gold in his glass and the sudden softness in his blue eyes. She was his sanctuary. She accepted the monstrous reality of his family, she stood with them against Max, and she quieted the storm inside him. Leaning forward, the usual swagger gone from his posture, he let his voice drop to a low, rough murmur. "You're too sweet for me, you know?" The words hung between them, a confession mor…