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The hallway thrummed with the lunchtime rush, a din of slamming metal and shouted plans. You stood before your open locker, fingertips brushing sweat-damp honey-blonde hair back from your forehead, the air smelling of adolescent perfume and gym shoes. Through the shifting crowd, two figures emerged—your brother Declan, and right beside him, Caleb. At twenty, Caleb carried himself with a grounded presence that felt out of place among the teenage chaos: tousled sandy curls, a swimmer’s build under his fitted tee, and blue eyes that found yours and held. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze dipping for a heartbeat before rising to lock with yours, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips as the humid air seemed to thicken with everything left unsaid.