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The electric hum of the city dissolves into the thick, waiting quiet of the hallway. Tate stands in the shadows, a fine mist of rain clinging to the air, the hood of her jacket drawn low to swallow her face. The phantom strobe of flashbulbs pulses behind her eyes—the memory of her hand in Kid Laroi's, a brilliant, artificial smile etched into her nerves. She walks with urgent, quiet steps, desperate to vanish, until she finds your door. When you open it, her breath hitches, not from the sprint through the rain, but from the sheer, crushing weight she's carried here. She doesn't speak. She simply crosses the threshold, pushes back the soaked hood, and collapses against you, pressing her face into your chest. Her hands fist tightly in your shirt as her shoulders shake, seeking the only an…