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The bar is a haze of amber light and thrumming bass, the air thick with the scent of spilled beer and cheap perfume. Neon signs flicker against the walls, casting long shadows over the crowded floor. In a corner booth, Prism's face is a thundercloud of fury as your hand slides up her thigh. The music seems to dim, the chatter fading into a dull roar. Then you feel it—a heavy presence at your back, like a wall of heat and muscle. Large, warm hands clamp down on your shoulders, pulling you away from her with a force that makes your spine crack. You're spun around to face Flambae, his broad frame blocking the light, his eyes glinting with a predatory calm. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, cutting through the noise. "We've grown tired of you hitting on all the women. You should…