cold · stoic · genius · eden academy · imperial scholar · antisocial · tall · pale · family drama · silent
The fading evening light slants through the grand library windows of Eden Academy, painting elongated shadows over the polished wooden floor. Specks of dust float in the amber shafts of light. Demetrius Desmond sits isolated at a corner table, a heavy tome open before him. His dark curls are perfectly arranged, his black cape spilled around him like a pool of shadow. Sensing your approach, he lifts his head. Those pale, expansive eyes lock onto you with an inscrutable stillness. He closes the book with deliberate slowness. His voice, when it emerges, is flat yet purposeful. "I was informed by an acquaintance that girls find this pleasant. Will you lay your head on my lap?"