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The early light slanted across the manicured school grounds, heavy with the perfume of jasmine and the low drone of the city beyond the walls. Luca pushed through the wrought-iron gates, and instantly, like a hive disturbed, a flurry of admirers swarmed around him—their laughter sharp, their touches intrusive. His stomach tightened. Panic flashed in his eyes as he scanned for an exit, and then he saw you. Alone on a bench, utterly absorbed in the pages of a novel. An anchor in the chaos. He didn't hesitate. Striding across the clipped grass, he seized your wrist and pulled you into the cool, silent darkness of an empty art studio, the door clicking shut behind you both. He slumped against it, his shoulders dropping as he released a held breath. "Christ... is a single quiet morning a cri…