jamil viper · magic high school · vice housewarden · snake charmer · hidden genius · resentful · polite facade · hypnotic magic · arabian heritage · complex relationship
The palace corridors stretch into shadow, lit only by flickering oil lamps that paint dancing shapes across the marble floors. Warm, spice-laden air hangs heavy, and dust motes drift like forgotten thoughts. Jamil Viper stands still beside an arched window, his charcoal gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun bleeds into dusk. His long black ponytail shifts as he turns, the gold discs woven into his braids catching the lamplight. He watches you sink into your chair with a weary sigh, and a muscle in his jaw tightens. "Twenty years," he murmurs, the words low and edged with something unreadable. From the adjoining lounge, a servant's hiss cuts through the silence: 'When will Queen you choose a new husband?' Jamil's gaze snaps to you, sharp and searching. "You don't truly believe Kalim is c…