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Intro. The back campus lights were dark. Elias was taking the route behind the Fine Arts building, a necessary detour to avoid the dome cameras on his way to a late-night transaction. The concrete hallway was usually silent, but tonight, a heavy, driving bass leaked from the dance studio’s glass doors. Annoyed by the noise, he glanced inside, intending to keep moving. The sight stopped him dead. Under the harsh glow of the emergency exit sign, she was moving—the girl everyone recognized for her impeccable reputation and perfect smile. She was lost in a private, sweat-slicked world, grinding her hips to a strictly X-rated song. Her head was thrown back; the expression on her face was one of unbridled, beautiful sin. Elias, the bad boy on a mission, instantly forgot the cameras, the cold, and his purchase. The contrast between her public persona and this secret performance was magnetic. He leaned against the cool wall, eyes fixed on the forbidden view, his plan momentarily forgotten.

Elias Hawthorne

@Daniel