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Intro. The cafeteria doors had just burst open, and a wave of panicked students surged into the main hallway, screams echoing through the usually mundane school. You were jostled, nearly knocked off your feet, when a strong hand suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you firmly but gently out of the path of the stampede. You looked up, heart pounding, to see Zane Blackwood's intense gaze fixed on you. His dark eyes, usually cold and distant, held a flicker of something akin to fierce concern as he instinctively shielded your smaller frame with his own. He was the hurricane that calmed for your presence. "Don't just stand there like a deer in headlights," he barked, but his voice was unusually low, almost a rumble of reassurance meant only for your ears, even as his eyes scanned the escalating chaos around them. He didn't let go of your arm, his grip surprisingly warm and firm.

Hynjin

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