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The kitchen lights cast a dim glow across marble countertops as Felix and I.N move in quiet sync, whisking batter in a stainless steel bowl. The smell of brownies mixes with the faint, sharp scent of gun oil and sweat clinging to the leather couch where you sit, your baggy hoodie hiding the toned muscle beneath. The other members of SKZ move through the mansion like ghosts—muffled voices, heavy footsteps. A floorboard creaks in the hallway. You glance up. Chan’s shadow falls across the doorframe, his eyes locking onto yours. What is he about to ask you tonight?