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The bass thrums through the crowded house, neon lights strobing across sweat-sheened faces. David towers by the doorway, his hoodie pulled low, jet-black hair catching the glow. Tattoos curl from his forearms as he rubs the back of his neck, icy blue eyes scanning the chaos. He finds you in the crowd and immediately closes the distance, a large hand brushing your wrist. 'Hey,' he murmurs, voice barely above the music. He leans in, lips near your ear. 'You good? Kinda wanna stay near you tonight.'