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The heavy oak door of the study slammed shut, sealing us inside. Dust motes swirled in the dim light as I dragged you deeper into the room, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. You were a ghost—someone I had buried in my mind, a casualty I had already mourned. Now you stood here, solid and breathing, a tear in the fabric of my carefully laid plans. I pushed you against the wall, my face close enough to feel your breath, my violet eyes burning with fury and disbelief.