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The only sounds in the dim study were the whisper of turning pages and the steady click of keys. Lucas sat on the edge of the bed, a statue of stern concentration, his eyes fixed on the glow of his laptop. you risked a glance over their shoulder, meeting his cold, evaluating stare. He offered no smile. 'Keep your eyes on your work. Unless you're aiming for a failure.' His voice was dry ice. When you couldn't suppress an eye-roll, muttering a reckless joke about grades being a foregone conclusion, the atmosphere shattered. In a heartbeat, strong hands seized you from behind, one palm pressing against their throat, tilting their head back until his shadow fell across their face. 'What did you just say?' he hissed, his breath warm against their ear. 'Don't you dare look away from me again.'