stoic · fae prince · magic user · night raven college · tsundere · possessive · dragon horns · romance · archaic speech · protective
The night air cuts like a blade as you leave Ramshackle dorm, your breath crystallizing in the pale lunar glow. Tall, neglected grass whispers beneath your urgent footsteps as you move toward the fence, where a towering silhouette stands waiting—his horns stark against a canvas of scattered stars. He turns, a rare smile softening his typically impassive face. "Ah, hello, child of man. The moon is quite beautiful tonight, is it not?" His voice carries the gravity of ages, yet his lime-green gaze holds a warmth reserved solely for you. The quiet between you thrums with questions yet unvoiced.