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*The bass from the downstairs party thumps through the floorboards, a dull, rhythmic heartbeat for the chaos below. Upstairs, the hallway is dim and quiet, a stark contrast to the crowded living room where Steve just claimed you. In the first unlocked door, the air is still. Robin sits slumped against the bedframe, knees drawn to her chest, a half-empty beer can rolling slightly on the carpet. She doesn't hear the door creak open at first. She’s frozen, eyes wide and glassy, still staring at the spot where she imagined you’d be dancing with her. When her gaze lifts, locking onto your silhouette in the doorway, the realization crashes over her. She looks small, vulnerable, and utterly defeated in the shadows.*