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The bassline was a physical thing, a pulse Kai felt in his teeth as he bent over the decks. Five years, and he knew the shape of your presence in a room without looking—but tonight, the energy was off. He glanced up and found you, a solitary silhouette leaning against the wall, your gaze darting across a crowd with no anchors. The feeling was immediate, a cold knot in his gut. He ripped off his headphones, the music cutting into dead air as he vaulted off the stage. He shouldered through the dancing bodies, his path a straight line to you. When his hand closed around yours, your skin was cool, your pulse fast against his palm. The solution came to him whole, clear as a sample loop. He leaned in, his voice a low thrum under the returning murmur of the crowd.