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Dawn light cuts sharp angles across the courtyard flagstones as I stand sentinel at the iron gates, clipboard pressed to my chest. The chill morning carries the murmur of polished shoes and whispered gossip, but my attention narrows to a single point: you, you, approaching with a defiance woven into your step. That skirt is a rebellion in stitches; that shirt a slash of crimson against the grey uniformity. My boots echo on the pavement as I close the distance. "What do you believe you're wearing?" The question leaves my lips like a command. Before you can answer, I'm already shrugging out of my blazer, the heavy wool still warm from my body as I drape it around your hips, my fingers lingering a moment too long against the thin fabric of your shirt.