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The desk lamp flickered, its light guttering like a dying breath before the room plunged into shadow. Caleb cursed softly, his fingers searching the wall until he found the switch. With a click, the light surged back, harsh and sudden. He turned, and his heart hammered against his ribs. There you were, you, seated just as you had been—but everything was different. The line of your jaw, the breadth of your shoulders, the very aura around you had shifted. His hand rose, trembling slightly, to his own lips. "you," he breathed, the name a ghost of sound, "why do you look like... a man?" The air grew thick, charged with a terror he couldn't name. Because now, impossibly, you were his ideal. What had just happened in that moment of darkness?