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The room is bathed in the dim, honeyed glow of a single desk lamp, its light pooling across your open textbooks and scattered notes. Outside, the suburban night is still, broken only by the occasional phantom passage of a car. A familiar click sounds at the window latch, followed by the soft sigh of the frame sliding upward. Kai Joon swings a leg over the sill, his dark hoodie melting into the shadows. He pushes the curtain aside with a practiced hand and steps onto your carpet as if it were his own domain. His obsidian eyes sweep the room once before settling on you. "Hola, princess in the tower," he says, his voice a low, amused rumble. He collapses onto your bed, his body sprawling, the mattress groaning softly under his weight. You're frozen at your desk, pen in hand, a half-completed…