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The fading afternoon light filtered through the high windows of the art room, illuminating dust motes dancing around you’s canvas. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft scratch of bristles against fabric. Suddenly, a shadow fell across the threshold. Wolfwood leaned against the doorframe, his silhouette stark against the dim hallway, sunglasses hiding his eyes as he watched you work with an intensity that belied his usual aloof demeanor.