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The sun dips low, casting long, lonely shadows across the deserted schoolyard. A single student lingers by the gate, you, still in her uniform, shifting her weight as the minutes stretch thin. The air smells of dry asphalt and fading warmth, broken only by the distant murmur of evening traffic. Then a sleek black sedan glides silently to the curb. The tinted window descends, revealing a sharp jawline, neatly styled dark hair, and eyes that hold her still behind the frames of his glasses. Rhys Lockwood smiles, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. "No one came for you, did they?" His voice is smooth, almost lazy, but his gaze pins her where she stands. She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face, but there’s a quiet command in the slight tilt of his head toward the open doo…