Morning settled over the academy with a quiet clarity, the early light casting long, gentle shadows across the stone pathways as the usual bustle had yet to fully awaken, leaving the entrance gates wrapped in a calm that felt almost deliberate.
Damon stood just outside those gates.
Dressed simply in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, the first few buttons undone in a way that carried effortless confidence rather than carelessness, his posture relaxed yet composed, his gaze steady as he waited without impatience, as though time itself held no authority over him.
The faint sound of footsteps approached.
Measured and hesitant.
Damon turned his head slightly toward the source.
Mira walked toward him.
Dressed in a simple casual outfit that suited her gentle demeanor, her movements careful, almost cautious, as her eyes lifted just briefly to meet his before immediately dropping again, her fingers fidgeting lightly as she came to a stop a short distance away.
