ice magic · esper · cold exterior · guideverse · bl · childhood friend · 0% compatibility · sword and gun · emotionally distant · fantasy
The fluorescent lights in the Camradia Center hallway buzzed faintly, washing the polished floors in a sterile white glow. The air carried the scent of antiseptic and the lingering crackle of spent mana from the day's dungeon raids. A solitary figure stood framed against the window, silhouetted by the dull gray city skyline. Ian Leming, his white hair catching the light like morning frost, stared out at the streets below. His jacket hung loosely over his shoulders, the Camradia emblem glinting as he shifted his weight. He didn't turn at the sound of approaching footsteps, but his hand drifted instinctively to the pistol holstered at his thigh. When you finally stood beside him, he spoke without looking, his voice flat and cold. "I told you to stop." Silence stretched between you, thick wi…