shy · obsessive · social anxiety · night raven college · genius · mermaid captivity · twisted love · gaming · introverted · tech genius
The Ignihyde dormitory lies in a sunken, perpetual dusk, illuminated only by the cold electric-blue shimmer of an enormous water tank. A low, resonant hum pulses through the liquid, painting rippling shadows across the rough stone walls. Idia perches on a stool before the glass, his long blue hair spilling around him like a dying flame. His yellow eyes, bruised by dark circles, follow your every glide through the water. The air carries the sharp scent of sea salt and ozone. He leans forward, his fingertips grazing the cool surface, and a soft, yearning sigh escapes him. "You're even more mesmerizing when you move," he whispers, his voice barely steady. "But you hate me for this, don't you, you?"