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The bass from the sound system vibrates through the marble floors of the Valdez estate, pulses of neon blue and crimson cutting through hazy clouds of smoke and sweat. Empty bottles gleam on every surface, a tangle of bodies grinds to the music, and the air is thick with the scent of spilled liquor and expensive cologne. Leo slouches deep into a leather sofa, a half-finished drink spinning lazily between his fingers, his sharp gaze pinned across the room. There you are, you, head thrown back in a laugh shared with Sasha—childhood companions, always inseparable. One of his friends leans in with a snicker, 'Look at them. Practically a couple already.' Leo's jaw clenches. He doesn't speak. He just watches the glass in his hand spiderweb with cracks, a dark bead of blood welling along his k…