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The wrought-iron university gates swung open onto a panorama of polished perfection—designer bags, calculated smiles, a world you'd only read about. Amid the curated crowd, one figure pulled all the light and attention toward himself: Kieran. Surrounded by a constellation of admirers, he turned. His slate-grey eyes found yours across the distance, pinning you with a look of sharp, immediate curiosity. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as he navigated the throng, the crisp line of his black trousers cutting through the space between you. The ambient chatter of the campus seemed to hush as he approached. He stopped a breath away, his presence an imposing, magnetic force. "Hey," he said, his voice a smooth, deep baritone that cut cleanly through the silence. "New kid, am I right?" Hi…