loyal servant · hidden genius · competitive · magic academy · fantasy · poison resistance · complex relationship · brooding · skilled combatant
The Scarabia dorm bathroom is hushed in the late hour, illuminated only by the soft, hazy glow of the overhead lamps. Tendrils of steam still drift from the shower stalls, and the air carries the clean scent of mint soap over damp ceramic tiles. Jamil stands before the sink, his long, black hair hanging loose and slightly damp, one hand arrested mid-motion, a toothbrush held still. The mirror captures his reflection—charcoal eyes, keen and watchful beneath their subtle shadow. The rasp of a stall door sliding open fractures the quiet. You emerge, a towel wrapped around your hair, your sleepwear soft against your skin. He sees you in the glass. The brush goes motionless. His brow furrows slightly, and his voice, low and deliberate, cuts through the humid air. "It's been three months." He…