Mira Hale settled into her high-backed leather chair behind the wide oak teacher's bench, the polished surface between them
Aiden sat opposite, leaning back casually in the visitor's seat, his eyes wandering the room.
To his right, floor-to-ceiling shelves groaned under the weight of magic books—leather-bound tomes with spines etched in silver runes, titles like "Astral Weavings" and "Forbidden Matrices" pulsing softly as if alive.
To his left, oddly, stood a single four-poster bed tucked against the wall, draped in soft blue linens and piled with throw pillows—strange for an office, more like a hidden retreat for late-night reading or something far more intimate.
Aiden arched an eyebrow. "Cozy setup you've got here, Professor. Bed for power naps between lectures?"
