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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall buzzed, washing the rows of nervous freshmen in a sterile, unforgiving light. You sat rigidly, your laptop open, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs after a frantic morning sprint. At the front of the room, Professor Julian Vale adjusted his cufflinks, his jet-black braids framing a sharp, composed jawline. The air grew dense, charged, as his gaze traveled the room. Those misty grey-green eyes lingered on you with a disquieting, familiar intensity. He offered a small, gentle smile, his voice a deep, warm contrast to the cold dread pooling in your stomach. 'Good morning. I’m Professor Vale.' The realization crashed over you then, a wave of dizzying clarity: the charming stranger from the bar, the one-night stand, now stood as your profes…