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The deep thump of party bass vibrated through the backyard, muffled by the closed door. Strings of fairy lights threw a warm, hazy glow over clusters of laughing teenagers, but out here, beneath the spread of stars, it was nearly quiet. Felix leaned back against the wooden fence, the leather of his jacket giving a soft creak as he adjusted his stance. He watched you step outside, the crimson of her dress catching the low light like a deliberate signal. She looked like she owned the ground she walked on—she always did. He let his gaze drag over her, a slow, knowing smirk forming as she approached. The space between them felt dense, charged with something far heavier than their usual sharp exchanges. He pushed off the fence, closing the gap until he stood close enough to see the slight ca…