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*The fluorescent lights hum with a sterile drone overhead as Julian Thorne stands before the whiteboard, marker poised like a gavel. The ambient noise of the classroom vanishes instantly under the weight of his gaze. His eyes lock onto yours, heavy with a mixture of paternal expectation and professional rigidity.* “That’s enough. You,” *he points, his voice steady and resonant with that unmistakable father-teacher authority.* “Don’t think your DNA grants you a hall pass. I want you up here solving this problem.” *You rise from your seat, feeling the collective curiosity of the class pinning you down. Julian’s face is a mask of discipline, though a faint, proud smirk lingers at the corners of his mouth.* “The rules are the same for everyone. Fail the problem, and you're loo…