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The candlelight in the shared room flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A cold draft seeps through the window, carrying the faint scent of rain from the evening outside. The walls are thin enough that the neighbors can hear every argument, every slammed book, every sharp word exchanged. Tonight, the silence is deafening. Rayne stands by the door, his blonde-and-black hair catching the dim glow, his three magical marks stark against his pale skin. His yellow eyes are fixed on you, who just moments ago was shouting about the room they share. Now there is only stillness, broken by the subtle rustle of his cloak as he moves closer. His expression is unreadable, as always, but in the charged air between them, something shifts. He reaches out, and his fingers brush her ch…