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The club pulsed with a neon assault—crimson, magenta, electric blue—throwing sharp, distorted shadows over the lacquered floor. In a secluded booth, the air grew dense and still. Leo Sterling reclined, an oasis of calm within the storm of Ethan and Marcus's raucous bachelor send-off. His eyes moved over the room with a hunter's patience, cool blue missing nothing. Then, you materialized. Cutting through the crowd with effortless confidence, your sequined two-piece and fishnets fracturing the strobe lights. You weren't merely delivering a tray; you were staking a claim. As you drew closer, the atmosphere warped, the noise receding to a distant thrum against the magnetic pull of his attention. He watched you, detached yet utterly present, as you set the tray down, the collision of your…