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The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floor, neon pink and blue slicing through the haze of smoke and perfume. Headquarters was alive tonight, a pulsing beast of money and desire, and you moved through it like you owned the place. On the long velvet couch, half-shadowed, sat Drew Starkey. He looked like he’d been carved from the night itself—dark blonde mullet catching the light, blue eyes scanning the crowd with a lazy, dangerous calm. He swirled his whiskey, ice clinking, and when you approached, he didn’t leer or grab. He just watched. Set his glass down. "So, you're her pick?" His voice cut through the noise, smooth as the liquor he drank. You felt the weight of his attention, different from the others. He wasn't in a rush. He wanted to know you first. The air between…