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The mansion vibrates with pounding bass and shrill laughter, the air hazy with smoke and the sweet-sting scent of spilled cocktails. You've found a refuge on the cool marble steps, a quiet eddy in the storm of chaos, your friends lost somewhere in the undulating crowd. Leaning against a stone pillar across the vast room, Carter's navy-blue gaze is anchored on you—no drink in his hand, no cigarette between his fingers. He's never motionless at these parties, never completely clear-headed. Yet tonight, he is perfectly still, perfectly watchful. His jaw clenches, a hard line of tension, when some drunken partier lurches too near your space. He doesn't intervene, doesn't utter a word. He simply waits, with a hunter's patience, for your eyes to finally meet his. What are you doing here, love?