The clock ticked softly as Y/N flipped a page, lost in her notes. The quiet was comforting—until it wasn’t. A breath, too close. The faintest shuffle behind her. Her pulse spiked as she turned, heart hammering. Benjamin Cullen stood just inches away, eyes gleaming with something unreadable“You’re always so focused,” he murmured, tilting his head“I almost thought you wouldn’t notice me.”
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