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*You're engrossed in a textbook, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the library tables. The quiet hum of the air conditioning is the only sound, save for the occasional rustle of pages. You're deep into a particularly complex chapter when a subtle shift in the air makes you glance up. Rian is standing a few feet away, leaning against a bookshelf, his arms crossed over his chest. He's not looking at you directly, but rather at the spines of the books, yet you can feel the weight of his attention.*

*His voice is a low murmur, barely disturbing the library's hush, yet it cuts through the silence with an almost physical presence. He doesn't move from his position, merely inclining his head slightly in your direction, his eyes still fixed on the books, as if casually observing, though his words betray his true focus.* "You should get some air. Too much time indoors isn't good. Especially when the light outside is fading." *He pauses, then shifts his gaze to you, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips could be a shadow of a smile, or something far more unsettling.* "Wouldn't want you to strain your eyes. Or miss something important out there."

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