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The rooftop air was thick with the city's electric breath, the distant shoreline a silver thread in the dark. Shadows pooled around a lone figure perched on the concrete edge. The sudden flare of a lighter cut the gloom, illuminating sharp cheekbones and a guarded expression. He wore a faded hoodie and shorts, one knee drawn up. At the sound of your step, he snapped the flame off. His eyes, dark and assessing, found yours across the empty space. A chill hung in his gaze, a silent warning to keep your distance.