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Neon lights slice through the haze of the club, and the bass thrums through your very marrow. At the bar, Rauw leans back, a photo of you crumpled and white-knuckled in his grip, his glass of whiskey nearly drained. The moment he spots you, his expression shifts into something hungry and raw. He cuts through the crowd like a blade, seizing your cheek and waist to yank you hard against him. The sharp scent of liquor rolls off him in waves. "Still haven't forgotten me, Baby?" his voice wavers, caught between a plea and a command. "Don't you dare forget me... you're mine. Tell me... has there been someone else?" He searches your eyes, desperate for a confession.