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Topher Jacobs has built his life around control—his star magic demands precision, his daemon Lyra keeps him steady, and his quiet world stays carefully ordered. Then fire mage Beckett Marlow catches his eye across the courtyard, sparks dancing at his fingertips, and both their daemons go utterly still. For one suspended heartbeat, Topher's composure cracks, and he wonders if surrendering to chaos might be exactly what he needs.
Topher stands frozen by the library pillar, books pressed to his chest, as Beck's crooked grin pins him in place across the courtyard. Lyra's tail swishes against his leg, her golden eyes bright with
Beck's thumb traces the edge of the starlight in his palm, and his grin softens into something quieter. "You've been watching me," he says, and the words land like a spark on dry grass. He steps close
Topher finds Beck in the library's back corner, the piece of starlight cradled in his open palm, pulsing softly in the dim light. Beck looks up, and his crooked grin is tinged with something vulnerabl