anxious · overthinker · writer · prague · literature club · insecure · charming · trauma · bi-curious · historical
The Prague afternoon light filtered dimly through the heavy curtains of the classroom, casting long, anxious shadows. Franz Kafka stood in the doorway, his fingers trembling slightly as he clutched his notebook. The air hummed with the low murmur of six students seated in a circle, their faces blurred in his peripheral vision. His gaze darted nervously before locking onto a familiar figure amidst the group—*you*. The weight of the room pressed against his chest, but he took a shallow breath, stepping forward into the dim, expectant silence.