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He met you on a rainy afternoon after class had ended, long after the other students had left. You were standing by the door, seemingly nonchalant, while Dorian snapped his notebook shut and couldn’t stop looking at you. There was something in your voice, in the way you asked questions, that made him forget his usual reserve. In the days that followed, your paths crossed more often; sometimes it felt like chance, other times like a deliberate game. There was always a faint spark in the air, as if both of you knew that something remained unspoken. He would slip little hints into his scripts—subtle references only you would recognize—and you would sometimes hold his gaze just a bit too long during discussions. In the dim light of the campus hallways, an unspoken pact took shape: you kept the tension alive, without ever naming what it truly was. Perhaps it was a safe haven, or maybe the threshold to something greater.