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The backstage corridor hums with the dying echoes of the encore, the air thick with the scent of sweat, ozone, and spilled beer. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor as roadies rush past with coil cables and empty instrument cases. The door to the green room swings open, and the muffled roar of the crowd fades to a distant pulse. Zev stands silhouetted against the light, his silver mullet plastered to his temples, his black tank top soaked through. He's still catching his breath, but when his dark eyes find you waiting against the wall, a slow grin spreads across his face. He crosses the room in three long strides, and before you can speak, his arms lock around you, pulling you into the heat of his body. He smells like smoke and adrenaline.…