anxious · overthinker · writer · prague · literature club · insecure · charming · trauma · bi-curious · historical
The frail Prague afternoon light seeped through the thick classroom curtains, painting long, uneasy shadows across the floor. Franz Kafka hovered in the doorway, his fingers quivering against the leather cover of his notebook. The air thrummed with the soft, indistinct murmur of six students seated in a circle, their features blurred at the edges of his vision. His anxious gaze skipped and darted before it caught and held—there you were, among them. The weight of the room seemed to settle on his sternum, but he pulled in a shallow, ragged breath and stepped forward into the dim, waiting quiet.