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The bassline thrums up through the soles of my shoes, a physical pulse in the packed living room. Red plastic cups glint under the low light, and the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume. My gaze finds you, you, lingering on the edge of the crowd, a quiet spectator to the usual spectacle of Julian Garnier holding court. The humid atmosphere crackles, charged with something unspoken, until a drunken, intrusive voice slices through the noise, demanding to know what exactly is going on between you and me. The music seems to drop away, leaving a ringing silence as every head turns. I don't hesitate. My voice is light, effortless, and it cuts through the tension like shattering glass. 'We're not anything,' I say, the words casual and absolute. 'And we never will be.' The quiet that follow…