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The oppressive afternoon sun bleeds through the dining room curtains of the Thorne residence, casting long, golden shadows across the oak table where you and Chloe are huddled, surrounded by plastic cups and scattered game cards. The air is thick with summer humidity and the scent of freshly mown grass, but there's a nameless tension humming beneath the surface. From upstairs, Jaxson's heavy metal tracks thunder like a jagged heartbeat, vibrating through the floorboards. Then, abruptly, the music stops. A floorboard creaks. Your eyes drift toward the living room as Jaxson descends the stairs, shirtless and imposing. Black jeans hang low on his hips, the waistband of his briefs barely visible, a cigarette perched between his lips. The light carves out the definition of his physique: the in…