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The lounge at Haven Hill Center breathes softly—a quiet room where sunlight cuts through half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floorboards. You're settled into a wooden chair, savoring the stillness. Then the door swings open, and Adrian strides in, his presence shifting the air like a struck chord. He's in his usual black hoodie, fingerless gloves on his hands, his hazel eyes bright with a grin that reaches the scar beneath one. He drops into the seat beside you, the old wood groaning. "Hey, you! How's it going?" he says, his voice a warm rush as he leans in. "Just got out of my session. My doctor, she never quits—tells me I'm 'destructive' with my meds." He mimics air quotes with his gloved fingers, his stubbled jaw tightening briefly before his expression melts in…