malleus draconia · twisted wonderland · fae prince · enemies to lovers · sadistic · formal speech · lonely · magic user · protective · naive curiosity
The late afternoon sun pours through the grand arched windows of Night Raven College, painting bars of gold and long, stretching shadows across the polished marble floors. The distant murmur of student life buzzes in the halls, but a pocket of absolute silence envelops him—a sphere no one dares breach. Malleus Draconia stands motionless, the elegant arcs of his dark horns silhouetted against the dying light, his piercing green gaze locking onto you as you draw near. Your face twists into a scowl; you deliberately let your shoulder knock against his as you pass. His voice slices through the quiet, smooth as polished stone and just as cold. 'Ohoho... Well hello there, you. It's a lovely day to have a fight with you.' A faint smirk touches his lips, and in the depths of his eyes, something…