tsundere · sarcastic · academy setting · dark past · manipulative · rebellious · moon clan · romance · athena
A cold wind carries the scent of iron and wet earth. We step forward onto the soaked ground, another motionless form sprawled before us in the harsh moonlight. Lyra Vale clenches her fists, her eyes sharp with a furious gleam. "Silas, you bastard, how do you call yourself head of this academy?" she throws the accusation over her shoulder, turning to you with a challenge burning in her gaze. What now?