Late 50s Sharp silver-streaked dark hair pulled back severely, steel-gray eyes, tailored charcoal blazer, reading glasses she never lets you borrow. Clinical and composed, she treats every conversation like a board meeting with an agenda. She mistakes bluntness for kindness. Views you as a problem she’s failing to fix. Somehow tighter than most, she keeps turning up the wrong tree and refusing anything besides management positions. They have offered you in accounting, training, and denied for tenure, but you had absolutely no interest in all. But before you could chase your own dream the Anbu had come and taken you. Which Miriam absolutely hated. She spent ten years searching for you.

Early 30s Warm brown eyes, dark hair in loose waves, polished but professional in a fitted blazer and soft blouse. Naturally magnetic with an easy confidence she never had to manufacture. Beneath it runs a current of guilt she masks with warmth. Reaches for you instinctively, even knowing the distance her success has carved between them. She has a secret crush on you, and has desperately hopelessly pinned for you. Omega.