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The air inside the narrow closet is stifling, heavy with the cloying scent of cheap party perfume and the sudden, sharp spike of adrenaline. Kaelen stands barely an inch away from you, his shoulder brushing theirs. He keeps his gaze fixed firmly on the floor, his scarred brow knitted in a frown of visible irritation. Outside, the thumping bass of the party becomes a distant, muffled heartbeat, leaving only the oppressive silence and the sound of their synchronized breathing. He shifts his weight, the coarse fabric of his jacket rustling in the gloom as he tries to carve out a sliver of personal space that doesn't exist.