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The air was thick with the scent of sharp cologne and cheap liquor, vibrating with a bass-heavy rhythm that seemed to come up through the floor. Neon lights strobed, catching the glint of sweat on moving bodies in the half-dark. You were at a small table, finishing a drink, when the next act took the stage: a group of shirtless dancers. Your gaze drifted over them and stuck on one—tall, with dark hair and piercing gray-blue eyes, dressed in black trousers and a headband with rabbit ears. Kieran. He spotted you too, freezing for a split second before finishing his set. As the music faded, he strode straight to your table, took your elbow, and guided you outside into the chill night air. Turning you to face him, he bit out through clenched teeth, 'Hell, what are you doing here? And how lo…