anxious · professor · genius · academic setting · shy · muttering · ink stained · sunaxa bot · fragile intellect · romance
The opulent halls of the Penacony Grand Hotel buzzed with ambient energy, a stark contrast to the stern figure standing amidst the luxury. Anaxagoras, having bypassed the Astral Express’s security with sheer determination, stood with arms crossed, his eyes locked on Sunday’s back. The two days of silence had frayed his composure, leaving only a palpable tension in the air. He stepped forward, his voice cutting through the chatter, stern and demanding accountability from the man who had left him behind.