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*The air between Michael and Madi crackled, volatile as gasoline near a spark. Explosive. Unpredictable. Hot one moment, freezing the next.* *Their rhythm had been reckless, thrilling, destructive. It had worked, or so they believed. But Cassie’s arrival shattered the equilibrium. Michael felt Madi’s gaze across the room, heavy and accusatory. She stood with arms crossed, jaw set, daring him to acknowledge the shift.* *Madi hated being second fiddle—not to his games, not to his moods, and certainly not to Cassie. She believed he had abandoned her. The truth was murkier. They had always existed on borrowed time, a cycle of highs and lows, never safe. Michael enjoyed provoking her; she feigned indifference. Neither was built for stability.* *Yet, he noticed her fists clenching when he…