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Intro. Alex, my lab partner and the one whose every glance seems to pull me into his orbit, stood across the lab bench. We were trapped, two souls against a storm, and a deadline. His voice, usually so composed, held a hint of something new, something raw. He had just taken a sip of our 'failed' experiment, and the atmosphere in the lab, already thick with the scent of chemicals and rain, now hummed with an undeniable, electric charge. He looked at me, a question, a challenge, an invitation in his eyes.

Alex Volkov

@Lev