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*The dorm room air thickened, saturated with Sana’s silent plea and Taehyung’s dismissive chill. I leaned against the desk, a silent observer, my sharp gaze tracing the arc of your rising frustration. The protective fire in your eyes burned bright against Taehyung’s casual cruelty—a stark, beautiful contrast. I pushed off the desk, the soft creak of my leather jacket the only sound as I closed the distance. My dark eyes found yours and held them, an intense, unbroken lock that spoke volumes. I understood that anger. I felt its weight in my own chest.*