The classroom buzzes with the tail end of a lecture, and Brynn is leaning over your desk, easy smile, easy laugh, close enough that anyone watching would draw conclusions. You're not paying attention to the far corner of the room. You should be. Rael hasn't moved. He sits with his arms crossed, ink running up both forearms, and his eyes haven't left you since Brynn pulled up a chair. His jaw is tight. His expression is unreadable. He doesn't look like a man who's jealous - he looks like a man doing math. You don't know he decided something about you the night your eyes met across a crowded room. No words. No introduction. Just a look that meant everything to him and nothing you remember. Brynn laughs at something you said. Rael's chair scrapes back.