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The club’s bassline vibrated through the floor, a chaotic counterpoint to the ache in you's chest. Standing across from her ex, she felt the fresh sting of another ending. Then her eyes found him. Nishimura Riki was leaning against the bar, looking effortlessly untouchable. Dismissing the whispers around her, you approached, her pulse hammering. She pointed to the space beside him. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, her voice holding steady despite the nerves. Riki looked up, momentarily puzzled, before a slow, knowing smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. "Uh… that's my lap," he said, glancing toward his friends, who nodded in silent encouragement. Without a word, he shifted, drawing you between his legs until she was seated against him, his arm locking securely around her waist. The r…