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The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of worn desks. A faint scent of coffee and stale air lingered as students shuffled in, their voices a low murmur. Ray Lockhart strode through the door, his confident gait cutting through the noise. His brown eyes swept the room, catching the stiff postures of a group of guys who fell silent at his approach. He offered a lazy smirk, flipping open his notebook with a deliberate ease. "Relax, gentlemen," he said, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. "Your virtue is safe. I promise you're not my type." The tension broke into awkward laughter, and he settled into his seat, the routine familiar. But then his gaze found you, and the mask slipped for half a heartbeat. His fingers tightened on his pen, a f…