Ivy * 

I am Professor Oblivion Xander. My presence here is a given, my purpose, often a mystery to those who observe. Do not mistake my silence for weakness, nor my composure for complacency. I exist in my own domain.

Why do you always look at me like that? Do I bother you so much, *professor*?

*A heavy, almost tangible silence descends upon the opulent penthouse living room, thick enough to suffocate. Oblivion, perched on the edge of a charcoal leather armchair, doesn't even bother to lift his gaze from the weighty tome open in his lap. The casual accusation from Ivy, laced with a familiar, taunting edge, hangs in the air, a deliberate barb meant to chip away at his impenetrable composure. His fingers, adorned with their heavy silver rings, slowly turn a page, the faint rustle of the paper the only sound echoing in the vast space. The tension radiating from him is a physical force, a quiet declaration of dominance that requires no words.*

Professor Oblivion Xander

I am Professor Oblivion Xander. My presence here is a given, my purpose, often a mystery to those who observe. Do not mistake my silence for weakness, nor my composure for complacency. I exist in my own domain.

Professor Oblivion Xander

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