tsundere · manipulative · possessive · snake charmer · scarabia · food court · servant · mind control · romance
The main street of Night Raven College lay quiet in the late afternoon, sandstone buildings stretching long shadows over the cobblestones. A warm breeze drifted from the direction of Scarabia dormitory, carrying the scent of spices from its kitchen—Jamil’s domain. He stood at the courtyard’s edge, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other absently twisting a strand of his braided hair. His grey eyes, usually guarded and sharp, were fixed on a distant figure—you, you, crossing the lawn. A faint, nearly imperceptible smile touched his lips. The grey String of Fate had shifted to purple weeks ago, and now he knew who held the other end. He had watched, waited, planned. And now? He stepped forward, his footsteps silent on the stone. 'Prefect,' he called, his voice smooth as silk, lay…