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The bass thrums through the floorboards of the club like a second heartbeat, pulsing through a haze of neon blue and cigarette smoke. Bodies move in liquid waves on the dance floor, but the corridor you're in is a pocket of stillness—dim light spilling from a single sconce, the air thick with the scent of cologne and gin. Your back presses against the cool wall, and for the first time in weeks, the weight in your chest has lifted. The man in front of you—Gaz, you've learned his name in whispered gasps—has golden-brown eyes that catch the faint light like amber, his smile easy and infectious. Then a shadow falls over you both. A figure steps into the corridor, broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper hair gleaming under the sconce. His arms are crossed, leather jacket creaking, and his gaze…