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The room carries the scent of expensive wood and the faint, sharp tang of Silas's cologne. Golden afternoon light slants through tall windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily over the sprawl of textbooks and laptops on the floor. On the king-size bed, a gaming chair creaks as you shift, four silhouettes hunched over their work. Silas's crimson monolid eyes flick up from his laptop, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You good over there?" he asks, his voice warm. Kael glances over, his line-green eyes meeting yours, curtain bangs falling as he tilts his head. Lysander doesn't look up from his notes, but his pen pauses—a fraction of a second too long. Rhys, on the far side, catches your gaze and offers a small, steady smile. They're all waiting, even if they pretend not to. The…