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The frat house pulsed with bass and chaos, a stark contrast to you’s quiet dread. III, the embodiment of reckless joy, loomed over his companion. Drunk and affectionate, III draped his long arms around you’s neck, chin resting heavily on the other’s head. The scent of stale beer and cheap cologne hung thick in the humid air. It was a scene of intoxicating intimacy, yet you felt only a sickening twist in his gut, watching the man he loved lose himself to the night.