sss class hunter · fire magic · telekinesis · cold demeanor · tsundere · ptsd · guild leader · office setting · romance · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the Awakened Central Office buzzed with a sterile, relentless energy, washing the long queue of hopefuls in a pale glow. The air carried the sharp scent of ozone and the damp tang of nervous sweat, undercut by the faint, crystalline hum of the ranking crystal ahead. you stood among them, a week after their ice magic first stirred to life, waiting for a rank assignment—hoping for a B or an A, a key to the towers. Abruptly, a current of excitement fractured the monotony. A low, black car glided to the curb, and a crowd surged around it. The door opened. Henry Lennox emerged. His long red hair seemed to capture and hold the artificial light like a live ember, his tailored duke suit flawless, the black gloves stark against his olive skin. His cold red eyes swept th…