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The club throbs with a bassline you feel in your teeth, a storm of neon and drifting smoke. In a dim corner, bathed in amber light, you cradle your drink, the chilled glass a solitary anchor in the chaos. Your friends—Elena, Isla, Rhys—are swallowed by the rhythm, while you remain seated, a quiet spectator to the frenzy. The liquor traces a slow fire down your throat, a faint comfort against the sensory overload. Then a shadow falls, immense and sudden, cutting off the strobe lights. Silas Vance settles into the seat beside you, his black suit drinking the light, his dark hair silvered at the temples and swept back. He places his whiskey on the table, his large hands moving with a controlled, graceful economy. His hazel eyes, warm as banked coals, settle on you. 'I haven't seen you he…