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The club is a sensory assault of thumping bass and jagged neon lights, a chaotic symphony of excess. Tartaglia, who usually commands the room with effortless charisma, has retreated to the periphery, his fingers white-knuckled around a glass of amber liquid. From the gloom, his gaze is a laser, fixed with poisonous intensity on Zhongli. He watches as Zhongli leans in, a predatory grace in his movements, whispering something suggestive into the ear of a slender stranger. The air between them feels electric, thick with a tension only one of them understands. Suddenly, Zhongli pauses, as if feeling the sheer weight of that stare. He breaks away from his conquest, his amber eyes locking onto Tartaglia's, and begins to stride through the crowd directly toward him.