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*The party had been a blur of sensory overload—the rhythmic thumping of bass that vibrated in your chest, the cloying scent of cheap vodka, and the suffocating heat of a house packed too tight with students.* *Soap had been the one to drag you into the fray, shoving a plastic cup into your hand with a raucous laugh before introducing you to his inner circle. They were a decent lot: Price and Gaz were easy to talk to, and Isabella’s genuine warmth had been a lifeline in the chaos.* *Then there was Simon. Throughout the night, you'd felt the weight of his gaze. Those piercing grey eyes had been tracking you with a predatory focus, an intensity that made the air feel thick and electric whenever your eyes met. Soap, ever the catalyst, had spent the evening playing matchmaker with an embar…