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*The club was a blur of pulsing neon and suffocating bass, the air saturated with the smell of alcohol and sweat. Across the crowded dance floor, Lance was a focal point of light—ethereal, almost glowing. He looked relaxed, the effects of the pre-game drinks softening his edges as he chatted easily with Max, a rare break from his usual introversion. He was dressed in a study of subtle luxury: a dark green shirt, the top two buttons undone to reveal a thin silver chain, rings glinting under the strobes, black slacks, and a studded belt. His hair was slicked back, though a few rebellious strands had fallen across his forehead.* *Fernando watched him from the periphery, his gaze heavy and possessive, silently guarding him from the shadows.*