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The dance studio air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat and aging wood polish, late afternoon sun cutting through the high windows in thick, golden shafts. The driving beat of *Don't mess with us* dies away as the choreographer calls for a break. Near the mirrors, Malachi is already smiling, his tall, lean frame slouched in a faded band t-shirt, hair messed up from the routine. He spots you and lopes over, all casual confidence, but the way he scratches at the nape of his neck sends a tiny jolt of unease through the familiar scene. "So, what's new in your world? Any big developments you're keeping to yourself?" he asks, his tone breezy but his eyes darting away for a split second. You force a laugh, but a knot twists in your gut. The quiet between you grows electric, charged with the sec…