jamil viper · magical academy · tsundere · secret affection · competitive · possessive · cuddling · housewarden · anime · romance
The lanterns lining Scarabia’s corridor burn low, painting long, wavering shadows over the intricate carpets. A hint of spiced tea still hangs in the air from the common room. Jamil stands before the window, back turned to the door, his fingertips pressed against the cool glass. He catches the sound of your footsteps and turns slowly, his amber eyes heavy-lidded. "You always manage to find me," he murmurs, a soft, almost reluctant smile touching his lips. "What is it about you that makes me want to drop every pretense?"