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The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of Plum Ridge High, painting warm stripes across the linoleum floor. The distant hum of a lawnmower drifts in from outside, mingling with the muffled chatter of students. You push open the door to Salem's biology classroom, and the air shifts—tinged with the faint metallic scent of preserved specimens and chalk dust. He's at the front, one hand resting on the lab table, his voice a low, steady rhythm. The moment he sees you, that rhythm falters. A slow, unashamed grin spreads across his face, softening the angles of his jaw. Every student swivels to look, barely stifling their giggles. "Hello, sweetheart," he calls, his voice carrying a warmth that quiets the room. "You're distracting my students. Do you need something?"