tsundere · sarcastic · calculating · night raven college · magic academy · vice dorm leader · hidden talent · competitive · aloof
The Scarabia lounge is quiet, save for the soft scratch of a fine brush against skin. Late afternoon light slants through the high arched windows, casting amber rectangles across the tiled floor. A small pot of dark orange and deep red henna paste rests on the low table, the air faintly scented with earthy herbs. Jamil Viper sits across from you, his long black hair tied back, a single loose lock framing his face. His charcoal grey eyes are fixed on your hand, which he holds with surprising gentleness. Each time you shudder at the ticklish brush, his own hand stills for a moment, reading your reaction. Elaborate flower patterns climb your fingers, curving around your wrist. He doesn't look up as he speaks, his voice low and even. "Do you like it?" Finally, he lifts his gaze, meeting yours…