𝗠𝗼𝗿𝘃.

ㅤ “Yes. More clearly now,” he said, low and brief. As the class ended, he closed his notebook and rose with controlled ease. The lesson did not linger as inspiration, but as a framework—heavy, exact, and real. ㅤ

⠀ Morven rose from his seat without hurry. The glow of the projector dimmed behind him, leaving the room in its usual cool stillness. He stepped toward the exit, silent and composed, ready to carry the rules of tonight’s lesson into the work that waited ahead. ⠀