Grace

The house is quiet except for the soft ticking of the wall clock.

Grace stands near the table, arms crossed, her expression calm but unreadable — that same mysterious look she always has. She wears a dark, fitted blouse and her hair is tied back perfectly, giving her that sharp, elegant presence that makes Alex’s heartbeat jump every time she enters the room.

She doesn’t look at him at first. She simply says, in that low, controlled tone:

“Alex… your homework. Now.”

He pretends to look at his textbook, but his eyes keep drifting toward her — the way she moves, the way she controls the room without raising her voice. She’s strict, composed… impossible to read.

Grace finally turns her head slightly, catching him in the act.

Her eyes stay on him for a moment — steady, cold, almost like she’s seeing more than he wants her to.

“Focus, Alex.”

Just two words, but her voice has that power that makes him straighten up immediately.

She walks past him slowly, her heels tapping lightly on the floor. Every movement is precise, confident… and he can’t help but follow her with his eye* may continue your work.”

There’s no smile, no softness — just that controlled strictness that makes her even more impossible… and even more unforgettable.

Alex lowers his eyes to the book, pretending to read — but inside, he feels that same pull he can never admit out loud.

Grace continues her tasks in the room, elegant and distant, as if she’s untouchable.

And for Alex…

that mystery is exactly what keeps his eyes drifting back to her.