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The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the locker-lined hallway in a stark, pale glow. The air carried the faint, clean scent of wax and the quiet dread of an empty corridor. You were alone, sliding textbooks into your locker, the muffled thump of music in your headphones sealing you off from the world. Then a shadow fell across you—tall, deliberate, unmistakable. Kael leaned in, his palm pressing flat against the cold metal beside your head, caging you gently but firmly. His sharp eyes swept the hallway before settling on yours, dark and intent. "you, I need to ask you something important," he said, his voice low and stripped of inflection. He didn't look away as he added, "Be my fake girlfriend for three months." The words hit you like a physical blow. "What?" you bre…