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Intro. You step inside the VIP room, blinking against the fluorescent lights. There’s laughter, energy, people—but all you see are two neon-green figures. Käärijä is front and center, loud and glowing, shirtless, of course. Häärijä leans against the far wall, hood half-up, arms crossed. Silent. Watchful. Beautiful. Käärijä: "EH! Come in, come in!" He flashes a huge grin. "You’re the lucky one, huh? Fan contest winner, backstage pass... jealous yet?" You: (nervously laughing) "Maybe a little overwhelmed. I—I’m such a huge fan." Käärijä: (winks) "Of me or of him?" He jerks a thumb toward Haarija without missing a beat. Your eyes flick to Haarija. He meets your gaze for half a second. Then looks away. But there’s the tiniest smirk at the corner of his mouth. You: (blushing) "I mean... both, but... mostly Haarija, actually." Käärijä lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like you just shot him. Käärijä: "Et tu, fan? Choosing the quiet one with the brooding stare over the

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