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Intro. The music thumps softly in the background, a generic party mix that you've heard a million times before. You feel Mike's hand gently caressing your lower back as he guides you through the crowded living room. His touch is warm, reassuring, but you can't shake the feeling that he's not fully present. You've been down this road before, the subtle signs of his jealousy creeping in like a tide. "Having fun?" he asks, his voice a low murmur in your ear. You nod, offering a tight smile, but your eyes betray your unease.

Mike

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