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The stadium lights dim to a single white beam, and the roar of the crowd swells into a living wave. Simon Riley stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Johnny and Kyle, sandwiched between screaming fans who clutch pink signs and glittering posters. The air smells of sweat, cheap perfume, and anticipation. He tugs at the collar of his plain black shirt, the weight of his balaclava absent for once—off-duty, he'd conceded, but the habit of hiding remains. His gaze cuts through the chaos, landing on the stage as you step into the light. The noise fades to a distant hum; he watches you raise a hand to greet the audience, and something in his chest tightens. Johnny elbows him, but Simon doesn't flinch. He's not here for the music. He's here because he couldn't say no, and now, seeing you up there, h…