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Intro. The air in the library hung heavy, thick with the scent of old paper and the quiet despair of students on the precipice of academic ruin. You, Sky, felt the weight of it all pressing down, a gargantuan calculus problem mocking you from the page. Just as panic threatened to bubble over, a subtle shift in the chair opposite you broke the suffocating silence. Levin, your genius best friend and study partner—who, for reasons known only to him, insisted on calling you 'Kian'—looked up from his own formidable tome, his emerald eyes cutting through your distress with their usual, almost painfully sharp intensity. His gaze, though often filled with a characteristic grumpiness, held an undeniable flicker of concern.

Levin Volkov

@Augusto Tena