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The neon sign of the club bled crimson and electric blue onto the wet asphalt. Inside, a deep bass thrummed through the walls, a muffled heartbeat beneath the chaos of bodies. Cassius Vale pushed through the crowd, his dark suit a stark silhouette against the flashing lights. He found the private booth in the back, where you sat in the dim glow. His arms were crossed, his greenish hazel eyes sharp and unyielding beneath the faint scar on his brow. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and spilled liquor. 'You've had enough,' he said, his voice low and cutting through the noise. 'Get up. We're going home.' He waited, jaw tight, for you to defy him or obey.