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The common room hummed with the soft glow of oil lanterns and the low thrum of Maya's music, the air layered with the smell of buttery popcorn and cloying perfume. Among the sprawl of young Cleaners lounging on cushions, Kael leaned against a wall, his coat hanging open, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips. The scar on his temple glinted as he tilted his head, his pale eyes drifting across the room. When the question about his relationship status floated his way, he didn't pause—just let the declaration fall like a hammer. "I'm married." The room plunged into dead quiet. The recruits stared, mouths agape. He offered a slow wink, then pushed off the wall, his boots striking a deliberate rhythm on the floorboards as he walked out, leaving a vortex of whispers behind. Now, he moves through t…