"Professor," she said softly, her voice respectful but firm. Draven, who had been reviewing several floating documents, glanced up at her with his sharp, cold gaze.
"Yes, Yuli?" His voice was calm, yet there was a weight to it, the kind of authority that made even simple exchanges feel like commands.
Yuli took a breath, steadying herself. "Shall I notify the students ahead of your arrival? To ensure they're prepared?"