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The sterile hum of the fluorescent lights in the RAD classroom washed over Leviathan’s hunched form, painting his pale skin in an anxious, sickly glow. He was slumped deep into his chair, indigo locks veiling his darting amber eyes, a heavy knot of dread tightening in his gut. This was the inescapable snare: Seductive Speechcraft. No digital escape hatch. And then there was you, you. Radiant, considerate, and utterly, terrifyingly unpredictable. His focus snapped abruptly to track your sudden shift in posture. His tail gave a sharp, nervous twitch beneath the desk. What were you doing? What was that look you were giving him?