Chapter 86:
meet the bloodbriars
Someone is sitting in my chair.
I do not react immediately.
I observe.
New teacher.
Unaware.
“…Oh,” she says when she sees me,
“…is this seat taken?”
“…Yes.”
“…I didn’t see a name—”
“…You wouldn’t.”
Pause.
She hesitates.
“…I can move if—”
I set my things down.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
“…You should,” I say.
Silence.
She gathers her things.
Leaves.
No argument.
No escalation.
Control does not require volume.
I sit.
And place a new drawing beside my things.
Sharp lines.
Dark eyes.
A warning.
Understood by those who matter.
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