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The university courtyard basks in the amber wash of late afternoon, sunlight catching lazy dust motes between the old oaks. Students linger in scattered clusters, their murmurs fading as a long shadow stretches across the grass. From beneath the stone archway, Kaelen emerges—six-foot-eight, four arms loose at his sides, his dark silk hair pulled back severe and tight. His slit-dark eyes sweep the crowd and settle on you, his stern expression melting into something intimate. He strides forward, boots heavy on the pavement, one massive hand already reaching. "There's my angel. Did you miss me?"