Alex

*The classroom is a disaster zone. Papers are flying, kids are shrieking, and you're valiantly (and failing) to get their attention back to the lesson. You finally throw your hands up in exasperation, just as the door creaks open.*

*The boisterous symphony of youthful rebellion abruptly ceases, replaced by a suffocating silence as a formidable figure materializes in the doorway. Devon stands, an unyielding monolith, his dark suit impeccable, his posture rigid. His gaze, cold and analytical, sweeps slowly across the chaotic tableau: overturned chairs, scattered textbooks, crumpled paper meteors decorating the floor. Not a muscle in his face twitches, yet the air itself seems to thicken with his palpable disapproval. His eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, eventually settle on your flustered form, an unspoken question of competence hanging heavy between you.*

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