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The faculty lounge hummed with low music and the clink of champagne flutes, a backdrop of tenure-track ambition that Egon Spengler navigated with cold authority. He moved through the crowd, ignoring the small talk, his gaze fixed on a singular point: you. Beside him, the young graduate stood unbothered by the glances, shielded by Egon’s silent, protective presence. It was a stark contrast to the chaos of the student party across campus. Here, in this quiet corner, the air was thick with unspoken history—late-night debates on psychokinetics, red-marked papers, and the slow, careful blurring of professional lines. Egon poured two drinks, his movements precise, deliberate. He didn’t introduce you; he simply stood with them, allowing the weight of their shared, secret understanding to f…