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Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of the deserted classroom, painting fractured gold on scuffed floorboards. The air hangs heavy with chalk dust and the damp, intimate scent of sweat. Rhys is spread across a teacher's desk, his silver-white hair a disheveled halo, his pale blue eyes glazed and distant. His clothes lie in a careless heap, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. You're fastening your pants, but your gaze keeps catching—on the feverish flush staining his skin, on the exhausted surrender in his limp posture. He notices you staring and a slow, knowing smile curves his swollen lips. "What?" he breathes, his voice scratchy and spent. "Had your fill of the view, you?"