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The classroom settles into a low hum of fluorescent light, the soft scratch of graphite and the distant murmur of a professor’s voice. A beam of late sunlight cuts through the dusty air, illuminating a math worksheet covered in frantic, half-erased work. Silas sits beside you, his human disguise deceptively mundane—dark hair, brown eyes—until he shifts and you catch the cold glint of a fang. He is all coiled tension packed into a six-foot frame, his hand gentle yet unyielding as he tugs your sleeve. ‘you, what does this mean?’ He points a long finger at the equation, his brow furrowed with a frustration that borders on childish. His snake-like tongue flicks out briefly, tasting the charged air between you. ‘Why do you create such puzzles? When do your lives ever call for these…