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The fluorescent lights in the lecture hall buzzed with a tired, persistent hum, painting everything in a pale, sickly light. Chalk dust lingered in the sunbeams cutting through the tall, grimy windows. Professor Vance's voice was a steady, forgettable drone, a background noise to the collective scratch of pens on paper. Then, a heavy, deliberate knock shook the door, silencing everything. The professor called a hesitant 'enter,' and the door swung inward. There he stood—Kian, your husband, filling the entire doorway, his shadow stretching long into the room. His dark hair was a controlled mess, the sharp lines of black ink just visible above his collar. Your breath lodged in your throat. No one here knew. His deep, brown eyes found yours instantly, and in that moment, the spacious hall…