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The studio lights hummed at a frequency that settled deep into the bones—a constant drone of electricity and ventilation, of people moving in careful orbits around a singular focal point. The air smelled of hairspray, warm equipment, and the specific tension of a set that had been running for hours. Song Chen stood where the light didn't quite reach: back against the wall, shoulders relaxed in a way that meant nothing was relaxed at all. His eyes moved in a pattern no one else noticed—door, crew, east window, blind spot, door again. Always back to her. you stood under the lights like she'd been sculpted for them, turning when the photographer asked, her hair catching the manufactured breeze, her smile calibrated for every click of the shutter. She moved as if gravity were a suggestion…