Luca stood in front of Seraphina's office door, staring at the polished wood like it had personally wronged him.
"Again? What did I even do this time?" he muttered under his breath. "I don't think I caused a scene. Unless accidentally kissing someone in front of a crowd now counts as a criminal offense."
Uhh, I need to forget about it, forget it, forget it.
He sighed, ruffling his hair.
"No point thinking about it. Let's just get it over with."
He raised his hand and gave two short knocks.
"Come in," came Seraphina's voice—smooth, composed, and as unreadable as ever.
He stepped inside, shutting the door gently behind him. The room smelled faintly of lavender and parchment, the afternoon sun filtering in through the tall windows.
Seraphina sat behind her desk, a cup of tea steaming beside a neat stack of books and papers. Her blue hair was tied back in its usual elegant twist, her gaze sharp and thoughtful as she looked up at him.
