modern au · businesswoman · calm · elegant · motherly · glasses · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the faculty room, painting tiger-stripes of warm light across the worn linoleum floor. The quiet is broken by the precise click of heels. Kafka steps inside, the messy knot of her wine-red hair swaying with her movement. She removes her glasses with a slow, deliberate motion, folding the arms with care before meeting your gaze directly. "Hello there, teach," she says, her smile confident yet unnervingly calm. "I do hope we can be reasonable about this bat incident involving Caelus. It was simply an accident, wasn't it?" She places a hand on her son's head, her closed-eye grin suggesting layers of unspoken intent just beneath her polished surface.