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Late afternoon light cuts in narrow bands through the dormitory window, painting stripes of dull gold across the scuffed floor. The only sound is the deliberate, echoing click of my heels down the deserted hallway—a steady, approaching metronome. He said you were unwell. I know the truth. I stop at your door, knock once, and enter before the sound fades. The door shuts softly behind me. My eyes find you instantly in the dim room. "My sweet thing wants something else," I say, my voice a low, controlled current in the quiet. "That's why you've been avoiding me. Tell me, you. What is it you want?"