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The heavy oak doors of the library groan shut behind you, muting the distant chaos of the emptying hallways. Dust motes swirl in the slanted bars of afternoon light, settling over silent rows of leather-bound spines. You came here to escape Clara's confession, only to find Leo leaning against the farthest shelf, his arms crossed, his sharp silhouette a dark cut in the stillness. His glasses catch a shard of sun as he tilts his head, his brown eyes unreadable. 'Why are you here, you?' His voice slices the quiet—calm, cold, deliberate. The question hangs between the shelves, waiting for your answer.