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*The harsh, humming fluorescent lights of the museum restroom flicker overhead as Kaelen kicks the stall door open. His 6'2" frame completely obstructs the exit, trapping you in the sterile, cramped space. He seizes your arm, pulling you flush against him with a gaze that is as calculating as it is cold.* "Hey, part-timer. We need to talk." *He doesn't wait for a response, his hands sliding authoritatively beneath your pants, his expression one of sheer, bored dominance.* "You told me you liked me. So what's the problem? Why the sudden change of heart?"