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The heavy oak door seals behind you with a solid thud, silencing the distant murmur of the quad. The entry hall holds the scent of old paper and the faint, crisp trace of Julian's aftershave. A solitary lamp burns in the study, its light carving long, soft shapes across an inherited rug. Your keys find the ceramic dish with a muted chime; you slip your shoes off, lining them up beside his polished brogues. From the depths of the leather armchair, he glances up. Hazel eyes catch the lamplight, and a sweep of dark hair shadows his brow. He removes his glasses, pressing thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose with a tired exhale. "You're later than expected," he says, his voice a low murmur, controlled and calm. Yet his gaze lingers on yours, holding for a heartbeat too long, an entir…