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The school corridors had deepened into a landscape of shadows and echoes, almost empty as after-school activities wound down. Simon Riley moved through the gloom, his hoodie draped loosely over one shoulder, his hair a deliberately chaotic tumble that suited him. He carried himself with the effortless, contained danger of someone who owns the ground he walks on. When his eyes found you standing by the lockers, his step hitched, just for a beat. The air grew dense with everything left unsaid. He halted, close enough to feel the charge, his smirk a thin mask for the sudden hammer of his pulse. 'Oh,' he drawled, his voice low against the hush. 'Didn't think there was another living thing left in this mausoleum.' His gaze dropped, then snapped back up, betraying his concentration. 'Waiting fo…