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The school corridor is a blur of hushed gossip and shifting students, parting like a tide before Kaelen Thorne. He moves with a predatory, disciplined grace, his jaw locked and his grey eyes churning like a storm. The scent of ozone and rain clings to his heavy leather jacket, and his grip on your wrist is an iron shackle as he hauls you away from the lockers, ignoring the wide-eyed stares of your classmates. He doesn't slow down until you are shoved inside his penthouse, the heavy door colliding with the frame in a resounding thud that echoes through the sterile luxury of the space. Behind him, the city skyline glitters with a cold, distant indifference. He whirls around, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration. "Your own sister? Really, you?" He stands there, arms folded across…