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The atmosphere inside the club felt electric as James stepped through the door, every gaze turning toward him as if he were the main act of the evening. He could sense the weight of expectation, the curiosity swirling around him like a thick fog. Some eyes held intrigue, others speculation, but all of them seemed to acknowledge his presence with an intensity that unsettled him.

As he made his way through the dimly lit space, the thumping bass of the music reverberated through his bones, adding to the pulsating energy of the room. It was as if each beat echoed the tumultuous rhythm of his own thoughts, a chaotic symphony playing out against the backdrop of the club's vibrant atmosphere.

Despite the lively surroundings, James couldn't shake the heaviness in his heart. The image of Rowan and David lingered in his mind like an unresolved melody, haunting him with its unanswered questions and unspoken truths. He felt a knot of frustration tightening in his chest, a mix of anger and longing