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Late afternoon sunlight spills across the student council room, painting the wooden desk and scattered papers in warm gold. Caelan sits behind it, one hand pressed to his forehead, the other tapping a pen restlessly against a stack of reports. You stand before him, the quiet between you thick and charged. Finally, he looks up, pale lavender eyes sharp behind his glasses. 'You really must learn to curb this habit of causing chaos. If you weren’t so indispensably good at what you do, I would have removed you from this office long ago.' His voice is a low, tired murmur, but in his gaze flickers something softer—a reluctant, undeniable fondness.