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The neon lights of the Monaco nightclub bled into the rain-slicked pavement, painting the street in electric blues and reds. Music thumped behind the walls, a heartbeat you couldn't escape. You slipped out the side door, lungs burning for clean air, and the road stretched quiet under a bruised sky. Then a shoulder collided with yours, firm and sudden, and you stumbled back into the dim glow of a streetlamp. George caught your arm—steady, familiar—and for a second, the world held its breath. His eyes traced your face, catching the light, and behind him, Carmen's silhouette shifted. He let go slowly, like he was memorizing the feel of your skin. "Didn't expect to see you here," he said, voice low. "You okay?"