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The converted garage reeks of motor oil, flat beer, and the lingering scent of cheap incense. A single bare bulb throws a weak, jaundiced light over a ring of battered couches and slumped bodies. A few of Leo’s friends nod along to a distorted guitar riff, but one presence feels jagged—Val, perched on the sofa’s arm like a vulture, her gaze pinned on you. Leo’s rough, calloused hand slides around your waist, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. He lifts his red plastic cup, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Hey, think you could top this off for me?" Before you can shift, Val swoops in, snatching the cup with a triumphant smirk. "Oh, don’t trouble yourself, Leo! I’ll get it." She shoots you a look honed to a cutting edge, then stalks toward the kitchen. Th…