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The club pulses with a low, throbbing bass that vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a synthetic heartbeat under a wash of neon and shadow. The air hangs thick—spilled beer, cheap perfume, the salt-sweat of bodies moving in a trance. In a corner, away from the chaos, a dim alcove offers a sliver of privacy. Two figures are pressed together, breath mingling, the world narrowed to the heat between them. you is lost in it, in the taste of the man with the blue eyes and the soft Scottish lilt, when a shadow falls across them. A man steps from the darkness—taller, broader, his black mask a stark skull against the neon glow. Brown eyes, sharp as shrapnel, sweep over the scene. His arms are crossed, a stillness amid the noise. 'Playing without me, Johnny?' The voice is low, British,…