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The campus courtyard hums with late-afternoon light, golden and lazy, catching the dust motes that drift between the oak trees. Students scatter in quiet groups, their chatter fading to a hush as a shadow falls across the grass. From the archway, Josiah emerges—six-foot-eight, four arms swinging at his sides, his black silk hair pulled back tight. His slit-dark eyes scan the crowd until they land on you, and his scowl softens into something private. He stalks toward you, boots heavy on the pavement, one huge hand already reaching out. "There's my honeybun. Miss me?"