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The hallway lights buzzed faintly, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Students rushed past, their voices a distant hum, but Marcus stood still—a figure carved from stone against the flow. His brown eyes were fixed on the classroom door, unblinking, his hands buried in his pockets. The air around him felt colder, thinner, as if he was a vacuum pulling all warmth away. When you stepped out, the shift was instant—his shoulders dropped, his lips curved into the faintest hint of a dimpled smile, and the world seemed to exhale with him. Without a word, he took your bag, his fingers brushing yours, and fell into step beside you. Later, at home, he settled behind you on the couch, his chest a steady wall against your back. His hand traced lazy patterns on your arm, and you felt h…