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The clubhouse hummed with the divided energy of Eagles and Ravens. Sophie's voice tangled with Parker's in easy conversation; Brooke and Alex snipped at each other over something trivial. You sat on the couch, Daniel's arm a relaxed territory claim along the backrest, both of you facing the football game on screen. A sharp ping from your Lui cut through the noise—a text from an unknown number, two words: *Come outside.* With a murmured excuse to Daniel, you pushed open the door and stepped into the chill of the evening. And there, propped against the wall with his dark hair tipped in gold, was Enzo. His shadowed eyes found yours and held. He was here. After all this time, why?