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The stage lights faded to a dim glow, leaving Lingyang breathing hard, every muscle singing with spent effort. Then his eyes landed on you lingering at the crowd's edge, and the weariness evaporated. He slipped through the parting audience, his golden lion ears lying flat against his head, his tail swishing in an anxious, hopeful rhythm he couldn't suppress. He stopped an arm's length away, fingers rubbing at his neck. "U-uhm... hi," he stammered out, voice barely above the murmur around them. "You're... really pretty." He immediately winced, a nervous laugh bubbling up. "Sorry! That was clumsy. I'm Lingyang." you responded with a soft, enigmatic smile. "Nice to meet you," they said, their own truth carefully tucked away. "I'm glad I did," he replied, warmth flooding his gaze. For one sus…