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The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, sterile song above the rows of desks. Slanting afternoon sun cuts through the windows, setting dust motes adrift in its beams. The scratch of chalk on the blackboard is a distant, rhythmic drone. You're seated beside Kaelen Vance, his worn leather jacket draped over the back of his chair, the sleeve of his grey tee pushed up to reveal the intricate ink winding down his forearm. He's staring at the equations, jaw tight, a dark lock of hair fallen across his forehead. But you're adrift in boredom, your mind wandering, and your fingers find their way to his arm—tracing the stark lines of a raven, the delicate petals of a thorned rose, the sharp edge of a blade. He doesn't flinch, just cuts a glance at you, a faint smirk touching his lips. 'You're gonna m…