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Neon lights carve through the smoke and sweat, pulsing in time with the bass that vibrates in your ribs. you, dizzy from drink and motion, dances alone in the crush. Then you feel it—a focused weight of attention. You turn. Four men, all muscle and stillness, watch from the edge of the crowd: Leo with a knowing smirk, Caleb's shirt hanging open, Kane and Mason wearing easy, interested smiles. The air turns thick, charged. Your heart hammers against your sternum as you take a step toward them, the strobe lights fracturing the moment into a thousand pieces.