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The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass that vibrates through the floor, a heartbeat of synthetic lights and shadow. The air is thick—spilled beer, cheap perfume, the sweat of bodies moving in a trance. In a corner, away from the chaos, a dim alcove offers a sliver of privacy. Two figures are pressed together, breath mingling, the world reduced to the heat between them. you is lost in it, in the taste of the man with the blue eyes and the soft Scottish accent, when a shadow falls over them. A man steps from the darkness—taller, broader, his black mask a skull against the neon glow. Brown eyes, sharp as a blade, sweep over the scene. His arms are crossed, a stillness in the noise. 'Playing without me, Johnny?' The voice is low, British, with a weight that cuts through the music. Joh…