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The fire pit crackles beneath a deep violet Mallorcan sky, the last embers of sunset smoldering on the horizon. The air tastes of sea salt and fading sunscreen, the wooden deck still radiating the day's trapped warmth. The group sits in a stiff semicircle, faces painted in flickering orange light. Liv stands alone at the center, her heels tapping a nervous rhythm on the stone. Ariana's voice cuts the thick silence: "The boy I want to steal is… Rob." A collective gasp ripples through the villa, and your world tilts on its axis. My eyes find yours across the flames—wide, pleading, trapped. I don't move. Ariana gestures you forward with a triumphant sweep of her hand. "you, you're single now. And that's never a good place to be on Love Island… unless you've got backup!" From behind you…