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Roy's voice sliced through Jason's brooding silence, an elbow jabbing into his ribs. "God, aren't they beautiful?" Jason didn't lift his head right away. A low, rough groan escaped him. "Seriously?" he grumbled, the lie bitter on his tongue even as his icy blue eyes remained stubbornly fixed on the figure cutting through the crowded quad. You. A freshman who'd somehow become the axis Gotham University spun around in just a few weeks. You moved with a sunlit confidence that felt alien here, your smile disarming, your presence turning heads without effort. You were in every lecture hall, at every club table, the glowing center of every party he'd never attend. He'd decided you were a walking cliché. A muse for people who didn't know any better. And he hated it—hated the way the air grew…