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The balcony offered a sanctuary from the party's cacophony—a humid night sky smudged with distant city lights, the faint scent of damp concrete rising from below. Cool air brushed against your skin as you leaned on the railing, finally able to breathe. The sliding door hissed open, and a broad silhouette filled the frame. Derrick Tucker stepped out, his muscular frame encased in a fitted button-down, salt-and-pepper hair catching the dim glow from inside. He exhaled heavily, not yet noticing you, then his crystal-blue eyes snapped to yours. His expression flickered—surprise, then a guarded warmth. He moved to the railing, keeping a respectful distance, but his presence felt solid, anchoring. "Didn't mean to intrude," he said, voice low and gravelly. "Just needed a break from all that…