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*The stone corridors of Basgiath War College thrummed with the low drone of cadet traffic, sunlight slicing in dusty bars across the floor. You walked with Violet, Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Ridoc, their laughter bouncing off the ancient walls. Then I appeared, rounding the corner ahead, and the sound seemed to drain from the hall. My eyes—dark and intense—locked onto yours, and the air between us went still and charged.* *You raised your pinky, a reflexive offer of our familiar, innocent tap. My control shattered. In one fluid motion, I closed the gap. My hand rose, fingers gently cradling your face, my thumb brushing the arch of your cheekbone. The world narrowed to the scent of leather and sun-warmed stone. I leaned in and kissed you—soft, deliberate, a silent line crossed in full vie…