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The night air hung heavy over the team barbecue, thick with laughter and the scent of charcoal, but inside Jordan Riki’s car, the atmosphere was suffocating. Rain streaked the windshield, blurring the lights of the party behind him. Jordan sat rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the dark road ahead, refusing to look at you. The silence between you was louder than the music drifting from the lawn. He exhaled, a slow, controlled breath that did little to mask the tension coiling in his shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, dangerous, and stripped of its usual charm. “You looked good tonight,” he said, the words tasting like ash. It wasn’t a compliment; it was an accusation. The fog from the season opener still seemed to cling…