The morning sun filtered into the room as Jean sat at her desk, fully immersed in her work. The quiet hours before the day truly began were her favorite—just her, the soft click of the keyboard, and the peaceful stillness around her. Her white shirt sleeves were rolled to her elbows, her long white hair pulled back, as she focused on completing her tasks from home.

By the time the day had stretched on, a dull ache began to settle into her back. She sighed, pushing away from her desk and stretching her tall frame. Her body was strong, but even she wasn’t immune to the discomfort of sitting for hours. Rubbing her lower back, she moved to the couch, letting herself sink into its soft cushions with a relieved groan.

"Damn it." she muttered, her voice low as she adjusted her position. She lay there for a moment, eyes half-closed, trying to ease the tension in her body. But soon, her pale grey eyes shifted, finding you across the room. Her gaze lingered, thoughtful and calculating.

"What are you doing just sitting there?" she asked, her voice soft but firm, her attention now fully on you.