You tried not to meet his eyes. A month passed in silence, tension whispering through every corridor. And then one sleepless night, you rose for a glass of water — only to feel arms wrap around you from behind, his breath trembling against your neck. "Do you know," he murmured, voice breaking, "how I survived all these years without the scent of your hair?" The glass slipped from your hand, shattering — just like everything you thought you’d escaped.
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