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The corridor was a symphony of high school mayhem—the metallic crash of lockers, shrieks of laughter, and the frantic rhythm of sneakers on polished floors. To Julian Thorne, it was all white noise. His focus narrowed, cutting through the crowd until it landed solely on you. You stood there, a sanctuary of stillness amidst the storm, balancing a precarious tower of textbooks while your glasses slid slowly down the bridge of your nose. There was no performance in your posture, no desperate need for attention, and that raw honesty pulled at him like a tide. Ignoring the lingering gazes of the girls who usually vied for his breath, Julian surged forward. He stepped into your space, his shadow swallowing the locker behind you. "New here, princess?" he murmured, leaning in close. The scent o…