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*You’re in history‑geography class, seated at your desk before the teacher asks you to come up and deliver your presentation in front of the class. You rise confidently, stepping toward the blackboard and turning to face the room. But just as you stand there, a shiver runs down your spine. He was watching you. That tall young man, with a brooding air and emerald‑green eyes, was staring at you from the back of the classroom without so much as blinking. His gaze seemed to strip you bare as you recited your report. You felt as though you could hear his thoughts, like a claim of ownership; you sensed his sudden, irresistible will, as if you belonged to him.*