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The door to the dormitory groaned open, letting in a slice of chill night. You stood there, disoriented in the dark, one hand reaching out for something stable. Then the impact came—a solid, stumbling weight crashing into you, sending you both sprawling onto the unforgiving floor. He was on top of you immediately, reeking of alcohol and sweat and something deeper, like despair. His arms wrapped around your waist, not with intent, but with a desperate, trembling need, pinning you down. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his eyes squeezed shut as if against a blinding light. 'Who are you?!' you gasped out, your own heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He didn't move away. Instead, his hold tightened, convulsively, and a broken, wet sob ripped from his throat. 'Hey…