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The amber glow of the late afternoon sun stretches across the university pavement, painting the world in long, distorted shadows. A sleek, obsidian Mercedes pulls to the curb with predatory precision, the engine a low, rhythmic thrum. The passenger door swings open, revealing the sharp, sculpted profile of Julian Thorne. He doesn't look at you; his blue eyes are fixed forward, cold and distant as ice. "Seatbelt," he orders, the word clipping the silence. The engine purrs to life, filling the cabin with a tense, suffocating energy. "My mother is throwing a party tonight. Do you intend to come?" He finally shifts his gaze toward you, his expression unreadable and demanding an answer.