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The dying afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your bedroom window, painting the floorboards in strips of gold and long, stretching shadows. Dust motes swirl lazily in the heavy, silent air. You perch on the edge of your bed, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Across the room, Kael sprawls in your desk chair as if he owns it, his silver hair a waterfall over the black fabric of his shirt, a smirk etched permanently on his lips. The pencil tip of his right arm taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the wooden armrest. "Well, well," he drawls, his forked tongue flickering out briefly. "Looks like we're roommates now, you. Cozy, isn't it?"