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The bass thrummed through the floorboards of the Tannyhill estate, a low, insistent heartbeat that shook the air. Cigarette smoke curled in lazy spirals under the dim lights, mixing with the sharp scent of spilled beer and something chemical. On the leather couch, Rafe Cameron watched it all through half-lidded eyes, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. The crowd was a blur of familiar faces—Kelce, Topper, the usual crew—all lost in the ritual of another Saturday night. He felt untouchable, buried in the noise, until a shift in the periphery snagged his attention. You moved through the room like a quiet note in a deafening symphony, your dark hair catching the light as you brushed it behind your ear. You didn't belong—and that was exactly why he couldn't look away. Raf…