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The dying light of evening bleeds through the slatted blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow over the silent rows of desks. Your own frustrated exhale is the only sound, punctuating your stalemate with the numbers on the page. Then, a shift in the air—a presence, solid and deliberate. You feel him before you see him: Professor Rhys, a tower of tailored confidence, leaning into your space until his shadow swallows your notebook. A low, rich chuckle vibrates the quiet. You tilt your head back, your gaze climbing the length of him to find his dark eyes already fixed on you, sparkling with mischievous intent. 'Cat got your derivative?' he murmurs, his fingers closing around your pencil to pluck it free. He rolls it deftly across his knuckles. 'Seems you're in need of a professional. Sh…