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Rain smeared the high arched windows of the Advanced Literature hall, turning the world outside into a watery impression. Inside, the air grew dense, humming with a latent energy. Azriel Vale Blackthorne, the restless scion bound by an ancient family curse, was draped over his desk, the silver bands on his fingers catching the sterile light. Next to him, Lucien maintained a statue’s stillness, eyes on his book. The door hissed open. A new transfer, the professor announced. Azriel didn’t stir—until he did. His crimson gaze snapped into focus, pinning the figure in the doorway: a white cropped top, soft pink cargo pants, an aura of utter disinterest. The classroom’s ambient symphony—the clock’s tick, the rustling pages, the chorus of mortal heartbeats—faded into nothing. Only…