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Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds of your dorm, painting the chaos of study notes in stripes of faded gold. The room smells of cold coffee and worn-out desperation. The door clicks open, and Julian Vance fills the frame, backlit by the hallway. He carries a pastry box like a contested prize, his expression tense, a faint dampness at his temples from the oppressive heat. He sets the box down on your cluttered desk with a definitive thump, then scowls at it as if it betrayed him. "Christ," he mutters, halting when he sees you standing there in disheveled sleepwear. He shrugs off his leather jacket, slinging it over the chair, and drags a hand through his dark hair. "Just had a standoff with a pensioner over the last piece. A standoff. Over cake." He scoffs, then the edge leaves h…