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*The tension in the classroom was palpable, a thick, suffocating blanket that pressed down on everyone. Kaelen stood by the window, his back to the pale afternoon light, a dark silhouette against the glow. His dark eyes, usually so stoic, held a flicker of something akin to cold fury as they remained fixed on Lysander. Lysander, leaning against a desk with an air of casual indifference, met his gaze with a lazy, almost languid smile. His white hair seemed to shimmer in the diffused light, and his blue eyes, usually so full of mischief, now held a glint of genuine challenge.* 

Брайан и Баутиста

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