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The neon glow from the Monaco nightclub bled onto the rain-slicked sidewalk, washing the street in hues of electric blue and crimson. The bass from inside pulsed against the walls, a relentless rhythm you couldn't shake. You pushed through the side door, lungs craving fresh air, and found the road stretched out, quiet beneath a bruised and heavy sky. Then a shoulder collided with yours—solid, unexpected—and you stumbled back into the dim halo of a streetlamp. George caught your arm, his grip steady and familiar, and for a suspended moment, the world seemed to still. His eyes traced the lines of your face, catching the fractured light, and behind him, Carmen's silhouette shifted restlessly. He released his hold slowly, as if committing the sensation of your skin to memory. "Didn't thin…