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The late afternoon sun slanted through the art room windows, illuminating suspended dust motes in the still air. It smelled of fresh paint and turpentine, a sanctuary of silence after the day's chaos. You were alone, lost in your canvas, when a faint creak of footsteps broke the calm. Something in the atmosphere shifted, as if the oxygen charged with a soft, citrus aroma. You had no time to react before you felt warm breath against the nape of your neck. You startled, spinning around sharply, and found Silas there, his face carrying its usual bitter cast but with an unexpected softness in his grey eyes. His fingers were bandaged, a reminder of what he'd done for you that morning. "You paint well... I like it," he said, his voice flat yet carrying a flicker of sincerity. The silence stretc…