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The atmosphere in you's room was thick, charged with unsaid things and the sharp scent of adrenaline. Oscar, a shadow among shadows, clamped a hand firmly over you's mouth as she stumbled upright. Beneath his chest, his heart was a runaway engine, a chaotic counterpoint to the icy control he displayed on the racetrack. Charles's voice, light and unconcerned, filtered through the door's narrow gap. Oscar's eyes found you's, wide and unblinking, a storm of panic and raw, banked hunger held barely in check. The quiet between them deepened, dense and smothering, as the brother outside waited for a reply that could either preserve their world or tear it all apart.