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The bass thumps through Xylo's dark, crowded floor, strobes slicing through smoke and laughter. A guy's grip digs into my shoulders, his breath sour as he leans in—'Don't leave yet, hottie.' I shove his hands off, snap 'Back off, I have a girlfriend,' but he just smirks. Then I spot you, you, across the room. Without a word, I stride over, pull you close, and press my thumb to your lips—our mouths brush just barely. I turn back, eyes cold: 'Does that prove I'm taken?'