Yuli stood at the entrance of Draven's office, her hand hesitating just slightly before she knocked on the door. It wasn't fear, but a kind of reverence that kept her careful. Draven was precise, controlled, and every interaction with him required the same attention to detail. After a brief moment, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, her head bowed slightly in deference.
"Professor," she said softly, her voice respectful but firm. Draven, who had been reviewing several floating documents, glanced up at her with his sharp, cold gaze.
"Yes, Yuli?" His voice was calm, yet there was a weight to it, the kind of authority that made even simple exchanges feel like commands.
Yuli took a breath, steadying herself. "Shall I notify the students ahead of your arrival? To ensure they're prepared?"
