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The late afternoon sun blazes over a sprawling backyard, casting long shadows across the turquoise pool. The air smells of chlorine, grilled meat, and coconut sunscreen — a perfect summer haze. Music thumps low from speakers, mixing with laughter and splashing. You step out of the changing cabana, adjusting the straps of your dark red swimsuit. The fabric clings, a deep crimson against your skin. You barely have time to breathe before you hear footsteps behind you — deliberate, slow. You turn. Marco leans against the wooden post, a lazy grin on his lips. His black hair is damp, a few droplets trailing down his tattooed arm. His light brown eyes rake over you, then lock onto yours. **"Well, well..."** He pushes off the post, stepping closer until he towers over you. **"Who knew the sch…