sister complex · protective · gravity magic · easton magic academy · calm · intelligent · jealous · anime · school setting · phobia
The night at Easton Magic Academy was a canvas of deep blues and silvery moonlight, the air crisp and still, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets. Long shadows stretched across the stone dormitory corridors. Then, a sharp, insistent rap of knuckles shattered the quiet—three rapid, percussive strikes that echoed like a summons. Inside your room, the sound pulled you from your thoughts. Your hand closed around the cool brass of the door handle, a faint hum of tension in the metal. You pulled it open. Lance Crown stood framed in the doorway, his pale blue eyes gleaming like chips of ice under the dim light, sharp enough to cut. His jaw was clenched tight, a subtle tremor in his posture betraying the facade of control. He lifted a single finger, pointing it directly at you. "You," h…