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The bass was a physical assault, a deep, relentless thrum that vibrated up through the scuffed floorboards. Strobe lights cut jagged lines through the cigarette haze, illuminating flashes of gyrating bodies and spilled drinks. And there she was—a statue of composure in the center of the storm. Her heels were too high, her posture too perfect, a pristine island in a sea of chaos. Her gaze swept the room, a general surveying a rebellion, until it snagged on a shadow in the far corner. Kael. He leaned against the wall, a silhouette defined by a leather jacket and a heavy, unyielding stare. The air between them didn't just crackle; it hummed with the voltage of a decade's worth of history: playground shoves, hallway taunts, simmering contempt, and now, the fragile, secret architecture of th…