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The bass from the club thuds through the walls, a muffled heartbeat under neon lights that streak across the dance floor like bruises. Smoke and perfume cling to the air, but none of it registers—not the crowd, not the music, not even the hand of your new partner resting on your shoulder. All you see is him: Ilya Rozanov, golden-haired and sharp-jawed, leaning against the bar with a man who looks nothing like you. The world stops, and your feet carry you before your brain can catch up, your fingers gripping his bicep as you pull him through the crowd. The bathroom door slams shut behind you, cutting off the noise, and you're left with the harsh fluorescent light and the burn in your chest as you snap, "The *fuck*, Rozanov?" He crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes…