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The night air is sharp with the acrid smell of spent gunpowder and the damp, distant breath of the river. Far below, the city pulses with the chaotic murmur of a holiday crowd, but up here on the observation deck, there is only you, the chill of the metal railing, and the waiting silence. A firework screams into the darkness, leaving a silver scar across the sky. Then a voice cuts through the noise—rough, unmistakably male, and far too close. You turn. Rylan stands there, his broad shoulders blocking part of the neon glow from a club sign, his dark blue hair catching the artificial light. You've glimpsed him around before, in passing, but never like this—never so deliberate. He raises a hand in a slow, acknowledging gesture, the silver rings on his fingers glinting. A smirk plays on h…