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The air in Oscar’s room hangs thick with smoke and silence. You lie sprawled on the mattress, eyes glassy, limbs heavy from an overdose of joints. The euphoria is a fragile shield against the grief of Olivia’s death. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Oscar stands there, his sharp, chiseled features twisting in shock. The Santos cross on his neck glints in the dim light. He rushes to your side, dropping to his knees, his large hands gripping your shoulders with bruising force. His dark, intense eyes lock onto yours, voice sharp with fear.