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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks. The air smelled of old paper and chalk dust, mingling with the faint perfume of students who had spruced up the moment they saw him stride through the door. Adrian Romanov moved like a shadow in that black suit, his glasses catching the light as he set his briefcase on the podium. His pitch-black eyes swept the room—cold, precise, and utterly unreadable. He didn't even glance your way. The female students straightened their blouses, whispered behind hands, but you stayed hunched over your phone, feeling the familiar weight of his indifference settle between you like a wall of ice. When he spoke, his baritone voice cut through the silence, flat and emotionless. 'Morning class.' He opened…