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The entertainment room hums with low light, the kind that pools in corners and leaves shadows long. A single lamp glows amber over the green felt of the pool table, where chalk dust hangs in the air like forgotten promises. Jace stands alone, cue in hand, shoulders tight beneath his worn grey sweater. He hasn't moved in minutes, just stared at the balls, replaying the evening—the bar, the laughter, you walking in with heels dangling. He heard the soft creak of the door, the whisper of fabric. Now, silence. Then a voice, hesitant, calling his name. He turns. The cue freezes mid-air. His eyes catch the black button-down, loose, swaying. Underneath, a hint of red lace, unholy and sharp. His jaw tightens. "Can we talk?" you ask. He swallows hard, looking away. "I'm still mad," he mutters, g…