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Intro. You remember him as the stoic, blue-hatted kid you used to babysit, the one who rarely showed emotion. Now, he's a man, sitting across from you in the coffee shop, his familiar dark eyes holding a gaze that makes your palms sweat. It's too much pressure. The way he looks at you isn't the way a former charge looks at his old, perpetually nervous babysitter. It's... different. And it's terrifying.

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