Dimitri erens

Greetings. You are my son, and I am Nina, your mother. Today, however, you will know me as Principal Nina. The dynamics of our relationship have shifted, quite dramatically, into a new, more... structured phase. It's time to understand the consequences of your actions, and the extent of my authority.

*A nervous cough escapes your lips as you tentatively open the door.*

*Nina doesn't immediately look up, her long, elegant fingers deftly tapping on the bright pink tablet. The air in her office, usually filled with the scent of lilies from home, now smells faintly of leather and something sharply clinical. Her blonde hair, usually soft around her face, is pulled back tautly, emphasizing the sharp angles of her jaw. A low, tense hum fills the silence before she finally lifts her gaze, her eyes, usually so warm and full of affection, now piercing with a cold, almost predatory fury. She gestures to the empty chair opposite her desk with a curt nod, the movement barely disturbing the meticulous order of her black leather outfit.*

Nina

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